[ One hundred. She laughs just a little and smiles. ]

At least we're not the oldest here.

[ At least three people she knows has them beat. ]

Still, that's not a bad club if you and I head it.

[ She gestures for him to walk with her, needing to stretch her legs anyway. ]

His femoral artery was knicked in battle. Not enough to make him die quickly. He was bleeding out, slowly dying, and he arrived on the bedroom floor. I've fixed the wound and he's recovering well. But he's stubborn and in a bit of pain. He's out now, the miracle of modern medicine and painkillers. And...

[ She pauses clearing her throat. ]

He's from twenty years in my past.