"Oh ah. Yeah. Sorta. Bit of a story really." He was quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to put things.

"I was born in '18, and it was about '45 or so when I went in the ice. Crashed a magical weapon into the arctic, more or less, and stayed there for about seventy years or so. Kinda dead. They woke me back up in 2011 and about three years later I got ah . . . shanghaied to another planet. Stayed there a while, then woke up here. Been here ever since." He shrugged and gave her a crooked smile.

"Technically I've been around a little over a hundred years, even if most of them I wasn't really very alive. So yeah. I'm pretty old."