I talked to him. Real deal red white and blue super hero. He helped me in the snowstorm when I got separated from my mom.

[ With one last drag of her cigarette, Bree stubs it out as she exhales. ]

I'm perfectly normal. Except that I'm technically two-hundred years old.

[ She gives him a winning smile and in the grand scheme of things, is that really so bizarre? It can't be as bizarre as a lady in a ball. ]