"Tell me about it." The laugh that followed was mirthless. He had no clue how old anyone in those things were. It was pretty bad when you couldn't even figure out your own age. "Yeah, it really doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I've started to accept it. I mean, by your time, I should be in, like, my mid-forties. But I'm pretty clearly not, in those comics." He gave her a little helpless shrug, as if to say 'whattayagonnado'.
Danny nodded, revved the engine on his bike, and pulled out into traffic. Despite looking like a regular bike, the engine was actually pretty quiet. There was of course a growl to it, but on the whole they wouldn't have to do more than raise their voices to talk over it. He drove up the street a bit, then decided to take her to the Starbucks he visited regularly. Once he'd decided on the destination, he resumed the conversation. "You do get used to it, y'know. The comic thing. Just so long as you avoid anything with your name on it." Boy had he learned that lesson the hard way.