"Youthful"

"If you're going to twist everything she is, you might as well give her as much life as possible!" She snarls, looking away and crossing her arms, but you see her snatching a few glances at the old lady.

You can't blame her, you ARE about to perform a miracle after all.

Hm...Maybe you should reign in some of that arrogance, You might go full on megalomaniac after all...

You shake off the thought and join Lizzie in watching the woman, although you're a lot more overt than she is. You flick the modified TV on and switch it to the old lady then blast up the volume. Lizzie shoots you another dirty look but you choose to ignore it and focus your attention on the fruits of her choice.

Samantha Babbage wheezed as she struggled to step down the kerb of the high sidewalk, her knees creaking distressingly under the weight of her ageing eighty year old body as she started to cross the road with her shopping.

Samantha knew she really should get one of those strollers but a tiny stubborn part of her balked at the idea of admitting defeat, submitting to the ravages of time. She knew that particular mindset wasn't healthy but then again, no other part of her was either.

At least the pain her back wasn't nearly as bad as it normally was, she attempted to straighten, more out of spite for her stooped posture than any attempt at dignity. Despite a few distressing pops, the lancing pain she had been anticipating didn't shoot up her spine.

She smiled despite herself, when you were her age, had to take the victories where you could and being to walk with your head held high was a hell of a victory at seventy years old.

Samantha rolled her shoulders and flexed her fingers, trying to shake out the weight of her shopping before looking at her watch and opening up her stride, she was running behind but that was fine. She had taken care of herself well and could still move at a fair clip, even at fifty. She felt good actually! She smiled and failed to notice as her face tightened up, her grey hair streaking with lines of blond as it unwound itself out it's tight practical bun and cascaded down the shawl she wore around her shoulders.

The thirty year old blond adjusted her jacket and took a deep breath through her nose, Damn she felt really good! She was tempted to break into a run, in her jeans and sneakers, she could but she wasn't _that _late.

Sam catches the fit young jogger eyeing her from down the road and he looks away flustered. Sam smiles despite herself though, he was kind of cute and it was always nice to be admired. She tucks one of her blond locks behind her ears and puts a bit a sway in her step, the twenty two year old using her trim body to tease another blush from the cute runners face as he realised he'd been caught.

She was feeling so good, she was even tempted to strike up a conversation, she wasn't that late...It was just Uni after all, she could blow off one class...