Hit Girl was tempted to yank the girl's pigtails, but of course she knew that her friend was making light of something they both knew was honest truth: Hit Girl had been forced to grow up early, and that had an affect on her, even now.

"I'm probably thirteen now, you dolt," she said, purposely shoving the viking's helmet down on her head. "And what about you? You're what, maybe eighteen by now?"