"You're thirty-four, thirty-five?" she asked, considering. "That places you--oh, I misjudged. 2010 or 2011 puts me at about five." She shook her head, studying him further, and realized there was something else off about him--he wasn't radiating the kind of magical ability he should be. "Are you cloaking your magical signature?" she asked. They generally only used that for meetings with new Skilled contacts, as it made it difficult for rivals to get a read on their magic, but it didn't make sense otherwise.