George had to work very hard not to be charmed, it seemed. But she did smile at him having mimicked her answer, although she was still a little bit nervous from being so close to a man she'd only just met, even if it was for analytical purposes. When he straightened up, she took a deep breath, and a deep sigh.
"I don't know...I think I'm probably as old as you are. Or at least as old as you look." In this place, you never knew. "It also depends on what you find too young to be wandering around alone. I'm 23, if that helps your calculations." She shrugged. She knew reapers stayed mostly the same from death, so she probably might not look a day over 18. Was that it?