He'll withhold his own input on her reaction. No need to go into that just yet, not while they still needed to clear up a few things. What she'll see instead, then, is the way that his eyes drift up, albeit briefly, to the air right above her head. He could have hidden that gesture; he chose not to.

"On average, Bladians die in their thirties or forties - fifties, if they're very lucky. It all depends on when they awakened, and how they handle the time that they have left." He takes another drag from his cigarette before going on. "You have about thirty more years on you."