Confusion crosses her face, tugging at her smile. "What's that-" Girl starts, rubbing at her ear as though the noise of the party is effecting her. "How'd you get by with that?"

She'd heard of people forging their way through different identities; she thinks it's rather common in their community. Her own identity was as much as a forgery as any, faked parentage and all. But that still left traces, a trail to be followed. She couldn't imagine someone managing to avoid that.

Maybe that was part of magic.

"I think I can talk for every fifteen year old in the country to congratulate ya for that luck."