"That sucks." She doesn't press. Well she wouldn't press normally. "How much like me?" Because she hadn't always worn glasses and she sort of nearly did die around that same time frame. And he's hitting a little too close to home right now even for her. Though the slight rattle to her nerves is covered by a rather heavy appearance of feigned of flattery and a raised eyebrow as she comes to a stop just beyond the far edge of the village proper. Spill blondie.