Here, Noah's eyebrows raised instinctively and -- with any luck -- imperceptibly. Probably just his mind playing tricks; not many words that started with the "div" sound, to be certain, but it only made sense the one that sprang to mind just happened to be one he'd heard too many times over the past few months and, fuck, even once with that word was one time too many. Simple projection more than likely, but it explained a lot. Maybe they had more neutral territory than he'd thought.
"Twenty-five," he repeated. That one had been rough, a quarter of a century old and nowhere near where he'd expected to be in life, but he doubted that's what she wanted to hear. "Good year, more or less... hey, shit... I didn't cut you off there, did I?" It might work, it might not, definitely one or the other. "Just smack me next time, ok?" he joked, offering the blonde what he intended to come across as a friendly smile. Life stories be damned, he had to admit, he was curious now.