Six months. The stark difference in time almost seems to knock the wind out of her for a second. She's gotten used to this whole time travel worthy bullshit at this point, but it's still so strange to think that it can be that short a time for him and so much longer for her.

"Four years. Give or take." She kicks her feet a little bit, looking down at the kitchen floor. "Changed more than just my hair," she says with a small smile. From sixteen to being almost twenty-one, she's grown a good inch, and she's got more than a few piercings and tattoos to show off if she took off her jacket. A regular old rebel. Not the biggest surprise.

But speaking of hair, she looks at his again. "... You look more like a hobo than ever."