[A smile! Catty looks pleased with herself for having acquired this] Your poker face needs a little work, kid. It's cracking, uh, everywhere.

[That gets a Very Serious Nod from her] Right, right, my bad. How old, then? Twelve and three quarters? [She pauses for a second, but it's not because of the orphan comment. Or at least, not only] You're not about to tell me you're an eight hundred year old prince of western Europe, are you?