[well, that's something. Anna looks at her with a lot of scrutiny coming through that only good eye of hers, and after a brief moment to put satoko's cigarette into the ashtray prematurely, she leans forward and fixes her with a more serious look.]

Yeah? How's that work? 'Cause you sure do look about half my age. Even if you don't talk like it.

[technically speaking, Anna does average out to like 5,015 years old if she just maths those souls of hers together, but she'd only ever say that as a joke. this seems like the farthest thing from it.]

Take your time. Don't choke or anything.