[That draws a strained laugh from her and she lifts a hand, brushing her hair back from her face as she lifts her eyes to meet his gaze.] You have no idea when I was born.

[She fidgets, giving herself a moment to carefully choose the words in how she would begin this. She'd practiced it a thousand times in her head over the past few months but all her careful words had fled her now.]

Actually, I don't even know the exact date I was born. Spring, probably. Maybe late winter. But the year was 1928.