[That causes her to take pause. Maybe, in the initial moment, it's reflex to feel her general annoyance turn to flat-out irritation and boil just below the surface of her skin. Because whoever this man is, he has no right to condescend her. He doesn't understand, much less know, anything about her.
But then, just like that, the impulses of the reflex give way to something else entirely. Something more...-- She hardly thinks of herself in terms of her actual age. The expectations set upon her, from both the choices she's made so that Prim wouldn't have to and the situations she's now been thrown into against her will, hardly think of her in terms of her actual age. Past the condescension factor, being referred to as "a kid" is... jarring.
In the end, her voice is simply even, betraying nothing strong one way or the other. There's a flicker of indignation in there, but just that.]
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But then, just like that, the impulses of the reflex give way to something else entirely. Something more...-- She hardly thinks of herself in terms of her actual age. The expectations set upon her, from both the choices she's made so that Prim wouldn't have to and the situations she's now been thrown into against her will, hardly think of her in terms of her actual age. Past the condescension factor, being referred to as "a kid" is... jarring.
In the end, her voice is simply even, betraying nothing strong one way or the other. There's a flicker of indignation in there, but just that.]
I'm not. [... She hasn't been for a long time.]