He noted the strange word choice, but figured it was a relic of imperfect English. "1491? Goodness, signorina, I had guessed you elder than myself, but not by so much." He smiled with a touch of admiration. "The experiences you must have." What would Raziel make of this young lady? One could only imagine. She seemed nervous, though, so he tried to be at his most jovial, trying to set her at her ease. "I daresay you might exceed my talents in the alchemical arts."