[ There is something a touch discomfiting about this woman. Sharon chalks it up to a combination of the scent that wafts off of her and her red gaze. She takes a quick look at Ariane's blurb before the question and frowns. Not even her age. ]
Uh... My mother, Rose. [ There was no why tacked on to the end so she doesn't bother explaining it but she does follow up with a question of her own. ] How old are you?
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Uh... My mother, Rose. [ There was no why tacked on to the end so she doesn't bother explaining it but she does follow up with a question of her own. ] How old are you?