( is he? well, by golly, maybe he is. she'd be the first person he's met in this place aside from ole foxy wherever they went. which just makes him wonder how many others are left to be found around here. or find him, as she seems to have.

once she's safe and sound there on the ground, he lets go of her hand. brow raised, he looks to her a little surprised. )

A hundred years, huh? Well you look pretty damn good for your age.

( not human then. like him. well... part human, in his case anyway. thanks, mom. )

So what do they call you? Or do you prefer little miss and nothing but little miss?