Ingrid laughed out loud at that. "Damn, been a while since I've been called a lady." At least not by anyone that knew her. Not that there were many who did. More in the past couple of weeks than there had been in the last several years, actually. Since her maker had died, she had sort of closed herself off to the social scene, something that he was quite fond of. It just... hurt too much to bother going about it without him. But maybe it was time for that sort of thinking to die alongside him.
She didn't often share with anyone exactly how old she was. There was no one at the school that knew for sure though she was certain there were more than a few who could hazard a guess. But for some reason or another, she didn't actually mind telling him. Maybe that was because he didn't seem overly anxious to know. "Vietnam." And then, to lighten the mood, "Hopefully you're not freaked out by older women."
A brow arched sharply as she literally stopped to look at him. She looked quite offended, actually. "Do I look like the ballroom dancing sort of girl?" And then she laughed before she reached out to snag his hand, tugging him close behind her as she started to walk again, holding his hand against the small of her back. "Down and dirty I can handle."