Were you old? Maybe. Certainly older than the legions of teenagers hosted by the Spider Society. No less capable, though.

Why Hobie Brown - young and idealistic as he was - had taken such a shine to you, you couldn't say. Your political ideology? Your mentorship? Your shining personality? Whatever the case, he liked you plenty.

Upon spotting you in the hall of the Spider Society, he grins, near-jogging to greet you.

"Oi - Geezer!"