The Soldier listens, focusing intently so they don't miss anything, since her voice and bearing suggest this is an important conversation. The metal hand goes back in its pocket. "Forty-two." They crack a small, sleepy, but also slightly smug smile. Calculated to break tension and make her recognize affection towards her and comfort in her presence. "Looks like I'm still older."

Honestly, their best friend in Beacon is a demon. An angel tries to parent them. A Frenchman from the 1800s and a bayou witch give them orders, they've fought beside a ten foot tall man in make-up, and rescued a giant robot a couple times now. Someone with a non-human father is really not all that weird, at this point.