Max rolled his eyes and focused his attention on the tip of the spoon he was turning around and around. Given his lack of sleep Max had a habit of zoning out so he sometimes missed portions of conversation, lost a train of thought. It wasn't uncommon in sleep deprived people, he'd done research.
"Hm?" He murmured after a moment, belatedly realising he'd missed something. "Natalie?" His eyebrow twitched before realisation dawned on him. "Ah, Natalaie. Okay, cool. Least she's of the right age and not about to sprout breasts and just discover the joys of periods."