[wanda notices, but makes no comment on what eleven considers to be a childish outburst. instead, she pushes some strands of her behind her ears and looks down, tapping her finger on the wooden surface of the table as if trying to calculate something.]

I was definitely older than you. My brother and I were — twenty-five? I think we had just turned twenty-five. Some doctors were running experiments with people in my country.

[hmm... a little more calculating, and—]

About eight years ago.

[things are strange with the snap and all that.]