Young woman, maybe? [ isn't that what you call people when you don't want to say kid? sam frowns at the ceiling, squinting. ] Gods, when'd I get so frakking old sounding?

[ but you are old, sam. 2,000, bro. don't forget the number. as if he could now. anyway, more focused on angel's exciting new fashion indecision, sam chuckles, heading to the kitchen to pluck up a couple waters and anything else they need for their outing, before heading for the elevator. ]

Skirts, pants, shirts, all that sounds good. Need any new shoes? [ he hums a second, thinking. ] What's your favorite color?