"Ah. I'm sorry," he said with sincerity. "I always hated when grown-ups couldn't figure out my age, and now I'm doing it.
"You're a pretty sharp little scalpel, though, aren't you? Tell you what - we're not hiring any interns right now, but if we're still here in a few years, give me a shout. We could do with a good brain around here. And I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."
He truly wished there was a place for her with the Ghostbusters. She put on a good face, but he could tell that, like Peter himself, she didn't have the happiest childhood. Was there anything else he could do for her in the meantime?
"Actually, go ahead and stop by whenever you feel like it. If you need a place to study or anything, our doors are open to you."