Chapter 192

"It matters," Colette insisted, keeping pace with her. "Ever think about sunlight? What happens if we have to go topside before this is over?"

Gwen groaned, rubbing her face with one hand as if fending off the conversation entirely. "Jesus Christ. Are you seriously worried about a little sunburn?"

"A 'little sunburn' could kill me," Colette shot back. "I haven't hit a hundred yet—I'm not immune like you are."

"Oh great, so now I babysit," Gwen stopped again, turning fully to face her this time, but there was no anger in her expression—just tired resignation with faint irritation. "Look, I don't even know how old I am. Lost count somewhere past two hundred years ago—give or take a decade."

Colette arched an eyebrow. "You don't even know when you were born?"