Finn has the demeanor of someone listening very intently, absorbing every word, right up until that last bit. Late eighties, what the-

"You... look good for your age." This isn't the first time he's felt that strange feeling of his foot physically entering his mouth, but this one is surprisingly more like a kick to the teeth. His eyes shut, head shakes. "I mean- Sorry. Just-" Don't ask if he's human. You can't just ask that. Roll along. You can do this. "There are some people from my... sphere that are kind of like that. People with the Force can supposedly live a very long time."

And while hoping to literally anything that Istredd is willing to forgive his dumb blunder, Finn hops topics. But only barely. "I would like to read some of those texts if you really don't mind. Think it might help me figure out my rules, too."