[ He scribbles his name next to twelve. There's a few couple others that he might be able to sign off on, but people who haven't murdered and the like are no doubt a dime a dozen.

He hands the signed sheet back along with his own. ]

Me? I'm fourteen... I was close to fifteen, but coming here has set the clock back some... Actually, does it count if the clock is set back?

[ Though he's a little shorter than average, and underweight to boot, so he doesn't quite look his age. He glances down and to the side, rubbing the back of his head with a smalls mile, ]

I'll be fifteen in November.

[ Not that much of an age gap. ]