[ Granted, most of those teenagers might be older than her by a couple years, and some of them might have even been werewolves back in their fake life, but either way it's gotta be better than being surrounded by a bunch of existential asshole adults having a midlife crisis or whatever. Just something she oughtta know for later on down the line when she's actually interested in talking to strangers.

He can't help but snort at that age guess. Wow, thanks a lot, kid. His ego's certainly not a fan of her. ]

Thirty four.

[ He responds, annoyance in his tone. He knows she's screwing with him, but hey. Gotta keep up the back and forth, right. He points his fork at her. ]

You tried sitting with some of these assclowns? All any of them ever wanna talk about is how way important they were back home or whatever. 'Wah, I was saving the world', who cares, it's all fake ass imaginary crap. Shut up and eat your chicken paste.

[ He rants, maybe a little more loudly than he should because a blonde woman across the room shoots him a hard look. He shrugs at her defiantly. She snorts at his maturity, rolls her eyes, and ignores him again.

He huffs. ]