"I don't know how old I am, Sir. Maybe eighteen? Twenty? Summat like that, I think. We never celebrated birthdays or nothing and it is easy to lose track, no? Nothing ever changes anyway."

She shrugs - but her neutral expression becomes suspicious when he mentions recording her.

"You'll write a book? About me? Like... like I'm one of them important men in history and that? Perhaps somebody, some day, will have an inn named after me if you do that. I'd like that."