It was as if Uncle Zack had stolen Yuffie's extra bits (which was a bit of a laugh, anyone stealing anything from Yuffie). He also didn't look much older than her, not a trace of age-lines (laugh lines you ungrateful whelp she almost heard him retort) or gray hair.
"Lyn. Lyn Strife," she answered. "Did you run into a mad scientist by any chance? Only instead of wiggly bits, you got fuzzy ones?"