There's no recognition at the name, though there is a fleeting expression of confusion, like she's not sure she heard right. "Like the number...?" She murmurs, not quite to Five himself, just... Like. Okay. Weird! Very weird! But that's not the priority because what is, is: "1963..." She echoes on an exhale, feeling a genuine bit of surprise. It's a fleeting feeling, but it's impressive it shows up at all, making her take a deep breath.
"Well... Well." Winnie laughs a little, as if she almost can't believe it and nods, like she's confirming something to herself. "There were quite a few of us in that jail. It seems we all might be from different times, at the very least, and from all sorts of different places. I'm just not sure how or why any of us, individually, were specifically chosen..."
Alright, she can think of a reason or two for herself, but not so much everyone else. SHe peers at Five curiously again. He looks like a child, but he speaks much more maturely, but really Winnie can't say she's great at ages. And she'd been expected to conduct herself like an adult any time she was out in public by the time she was Five's age, or thereabouts, so, really, what does she know?
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"Well... Well." Winnie laughs a little, as if she almost can't believe it and nods, like she's confirming something to herself. "There were quite a few of us in that jail. It seems we all might be from different times, at the very least, and from all sorts of different places. I'm just not sure how or why any of us, individually, were specifically chosen..."
Alright, she can think of a reason or two for herself, but not so much everyone else. SHe peers at Five curiously again. He looks like a child, but he speaks much more maturely, but really Winnie can't say she's great at ages. And she'd been expected to conduct herself like an adult any time she was out in public by the time she was Five's age, or thereabouts, so, really, what does she know?