[Klara isn't a good judge of age herself, considering. Her parents had been old to her when they were in their thirties and now she's stuck in the body of a child.
Her name on the other hand does catch Klara's attention. Her fingers twitch, sliding as if to smooth out a wrinkle in her skirt.]
I'm Klara. Klara Guildsen. Eric... He's told me about you.