"...are you Inaaya Khadpo?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Hi."

"...you're quite young."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. —I'm sixteen not fourteen I'm just also short."

Louise Fauche doesn't seem to consider sixteen to be very old either. 

"Well, I suppose that doesn't change my tactics. --Can I convince you to stop using your powers, go home, and never think about any of this again?"

"Nope." She considers this. "...or, there are reasons you could want that that I would find convincing enough to try, but if it's just for my own good, no. Also I am pretty sure if I tried to not think about this I would not succeed and I have already had to use my powers because something was trying to kill me."

"To be perfectly frank, the more people know about the true nature of the universe the more likely it is that we all die."

"That would have worked great if someone had told me two weeks ago, but at this point I have already been to the Dreamlands and talked to someone who got thrown by a god into another god and I think the cat might be out of the gravity well."

"Thrown by a god into a-- never mind."

"This is the same person who can build cities out of nostalgia and talk to cats, for the record, I haven't had two absurd experiences in the last week. Unless you count this one which I guess lots of people would."

"The Dreamlands are an extraordinarily strange place."

"They are certainly that. —my parents do know where I am, that's usually the next question, but I printed out fake internship paperwork so if there's real paperwork that also has to happen it'll be a bitch and a half to explain."