[i]Leif's grip on the skeletal prosthetic was firm yet gentle, a perfect mix, really. Tight but not too tight. She withdrew her hand after the simple greet, descending it down to hang limply at her side after. The crazy Yandere psycho person then smirked at the mention of her looks, her head slowly shaking in disagreement, making her hair dance ever so slightly.[/i] "No, I'm not that young.. Y'noticed how I'm blue, yeah? And these eyes? Y'know about Dullahans? Reapers of souls? I'm.. I'm one of those." [i]A soft, cheerful chuckle came from the woman before she continued on, [/i] "We're ageless, and thus I'm a few centuries old.. Seen just a few standoffs, though, sadly."