Ness is more or less content to stay silent while Stephen talks—she's become accustomed to his it's time to get serious voice and what it means, and with a head currently made of rapidly melting candy fluff talking seems less than useful anyway—but something he says makes her frown, and she reaches out again, flailing her arm toward him. Her hand smacks into his elbow, and she grips weakly onto his sleeve.

She waits for him to stop speaking into his crystal and look at her before she corrects him.

"Twenty-one. Twenty-one-year-old female patient."

That's the most important part of everything he just said, obviously.