[Elena is a quiet, curious statue in her seat, eyes going to the entryway every few moments to ensure that there was no monster lurking the halls. When he does begin to speak, her attention returns to him immediately, and then widen at the sudden revelation.]

.....You're....336 years old? [Sorry if she's got a big of a gaping mouth, Enoch, but that's hella old.] Would you be offended if I said you didn't look a day over 28?

What is this place called Heaven?