[What's sculpting? He acted like that was an obvious thing. So she shouldn't ask. Darn it. Okay, sculpting is another thing to figure out.]

Me? [Less than a year old. Clone life, yo.] Twelve. How old are you?

You know, when adults say 'don't worry about it,' pretty sure that just means 'I don't want to tell you.' [Pause.] Is it 'cause kids get cold faster than adults? [Her knowledge is extremely lopsided.]

[She rubs her chin, tilting her head, humming thoughtfully.] Oh! Maybe that will work....come on, this way. [She motions for him to follow and she starts walking.]