That's a whole lot of confidence to have in three dots of intelligence.

That being said; there was something weirdly familiar about the way this guy spoke and Ren cocked her head to the side as she examined him with fresh morbid interest. Her dark eyes narrowed at him in contemplation.

"Y'mark the years behind someone's death. I don't see why the dead shouldn't get to enjoy their birthdays too." And if she was among the newly dead she was going to do everything in her power to enjoy her birthday in spite of the circumstances she found herself in. "Well, fuck it, twenty-two it is." She sniffed. It seemed right that she had never really passed the boundary of twenty-one. She had been running on borrowed luck for a long time. "You look familiar. Why." She asked, instantly accusatory. Ren didn't have much of a memory for names but she never forgot a face easily and it was annoying her that she couldn't place this one.