It was honestly probably a good thing neither of them could really read each others thoughts--her thing wasn't really like reading minds, it was more like... Getting random informational blurbs, partly emotional, partly memory, partly intention, but not exactly things swimming in anyone's head in the here and now--because she would have absolutely laughed at the idea of being thought of as a young woman. One hundred and thirty years was a perfectly respectable age, though, she supposed, she did look young.
"Oh, it's alright, I don't mind," she said, waving her hand dismissively as he attempted to walk back the insult. If she was that concerned with her looks she'd never get anything done.
She could probably attempt to dislodge the memory from him to get an idea of how long he'd been looking for her sister, but it was always more polite to ask. Wasn't it? "How long?" She asked, eyebrows creeping up her forehead with unabashed curiosity. It wasn't as if Peisinoê made a lot of acquaintances, alright? She was a very busy woman!