[ There's a temptation to say he's obviously using the mask to cover his face but even he could tell that was diving into some annoying circular logic, so he lets it go as Dixon moves the conversation on. ]

Sixteen.

[ He answers despite not really getting why that was relevant. It doesn't even occur to him that he probably shouldn't be giving away any more information about himself than necessary. Secret identity and all. But what did an age matter anyway? Especially when it was really just an estimation based on how old he looked. ]

And two of my friends are here somewhere. I ran into them earlier but we got separated by the stupid teleporter. You seen anyone here you know?