"I mean, I think I'm super mature for my age," Claudia says. She's been wearing a bra for two whole years, after all! She thinks. Sometimes it seems like she'd been thirteen a lot longer than she should have been.

"But, um, we're adults at eighteen? And I'm fourteen." Or. Well. She was going to be. Oh man, if she doesn't get home before tomorrow, she'll be stuck having her birthday here.

"So you were an alien before," she guesses shrewdly, "and something weird put you in a human body. Does that mean you used to be little and bald and spindly, with big eyes and no nose?"