Marie watched him closely, finding his reaction odd. Then again, there were few who would offer her a smile. She inclined her head at a soft angle before turning her attention to the man behind the bar. It was most likely the look in her eyes because he didn't see a reason to card her. She worded a class of house red wine, knowing that Ethan's mother often ordered the same. It was one of the few things she knew.

"I'm seventeen." She only replied after the bartender had stepped away. Her tone was soft but honest. When the glass of wine was set in front of her she whispered a soft thank you before rising it to her lips. It was bitter and others not used to alcohol might have made a strange face at the taste. Marie just drank, placing the glass down and then turning to look at Balthier again.

"And how old are you?"