"Fifty?" She laughs the sort of incredulous, shocked sort of laugh of someone having trouble believing something. "No way. You're just messin' with me."

She shakes her head, knocking her shoulder against him in a small gesture of comradery. He's playing a joke on her, obviously. Just like the boys used to do with her. She'd never met anyone that old and was at the age that she had trouble believing anything she had no experience with. "Quit with tryin' to be funny and show me around, okay? Wanna pretend bein' good a survival makes ya live, then ya gotta show me."