Right- a nurse. His daughter, the nurse. The extra source of information was a plus, Claire forced herself to remember. Mary was a good kid- she knew that, too. Just, the situation itself was tangling everything up for her more than the island's usual. She nodded along, but said nothing else about it. She had to get her head clear, first.
"Taking something from me?" At first, none of that made sense, but when she put it into context with the age comment, in spite of the seriously heavy conversation, Claire couldn't stop a small version of her patented snicker-scoff. "Are we seriously placing any weight on age in this place?"
Her tone should've been clear enough. Even if he was as old as he was supposed to be to her, it wouldn't have mattered.
"Besides," she added, trying to hold onto that tiny thread of good humor to keep them both from drowning. "I turned twenty-six last week. So. It's less than you think."