Accompanying Ivy to the printer, absentmindedly sweeping an unhindered finger along the surface of the desk next to it Eve shrugged, unsure exactly how to answer the question.
“I… don’t know…” She replied awkwardly, shifting uneasily with the question. Five? One? Twelve? Different people had all offered their view. One person in jest of mental age, the second in a literal interpretation, as well as the third, a well meaning observation of how old she assumed she looked like. But with all memory spaces aside, she could have been any of those
“I was one once… Then someone told me I acted like a five year old and a man on the street said I ‘couldn’t be a day over twelve…’”
Cocking her head tentatively she watched Ivy’s eyes for any sign of disapproval