Talk of aging brings up several questions, one being about what the hell they're supposed to do and whether this is just going to be their life now, but they can think about that after, she supposes.

Making herself comfortable, she strokes him, clearly thinking. Not about that--that's easy.

Okay, maybe she has to say something.

"You know, I'm having a hard time coming up with my age. It would help if I could remember what the hell was going on before I woke up here today. Gotham, Paradisa, a few trips home..."