It was thanks largely to the fact that she'd been a leader for a few decades - that she needed to remain composed under the worst sort of circumstances - that her face didn't crack. She worked through the painful thoughts that his words brought to mind and smiled in spite of herself. "I'm not gray," she said, reaching out and scratching behind one of his ears. "And you won't need the dye. You'll be bald." The mischievous smile on her face was there so that he wouldn't be sure whether she was serious or not. "You'll be very sad about it." She grinned a little brighter.
"And Sean Connery," she laughed a little. "I don't think anyone remembers him. Kids these days have no appreciation for the classics."