Truthfully, he would be the first person in her entire life that would be older than her. Everyone else has short, mortal lives. Even here, Nimona isn't sure who else is older than her... supposedly thousand years.

As for being without her powers, she had to jump on getting them back, no matter the cost. They are who she is, not just something she can do. There isn't much life to be had for her, if she can't be all of herself.

Unlike other people's worlds, there is no real stigma against having a tattoo. Maybe there were back in the day when they couldn't communicate fast enough, but now they have handy phones to get information out there in no time at all.

She makes a sound, then in a flash of pink, gone is the little girl and in her place is... him. Nimona could have made it an exact copy, but there is a streak of pink in the hair now. "I'll have you know, I'm older than most of the people here. I just don't have to look it."

Even the voice is entirely his, just spoken in her own manner of speech. Probably handy to know, since he's looking down at the map.