"I don't even know who or what the fuck Austin Powers is." Back home, his costume consisted of four different layers, and none of it was lightweight, so he just shrugged in response to it not sounding very comfortable.
When she actually complied with his request, Ben couldn't believe it and stared at her in awe. "They say the third time's the charm, but I think I have it down." At the mention of being a little quick to draw, he snorted. "Can a gun even harm her? I mean, she did melt into a puddle after being drenched in water, so maybe she isn't that indestructible. But, what would you have done if she knocked the gun away with a flick of her wrist?"
Her comment about always carrying, aside from in government buildings, left him wondering about her age now. While she appeared to be very young, he himself was one hundred and three years old, but he certainly didn't look it. Now that he thought about it, she was way too calm and casual for a teenage girl. "How old are you?"