Welcome to Gaia! ::

The place looked a lot homier than Pons had imagined. He'd been envisioning, with a childlike mind, a vast jungle of monsters lying beyond the doors, or perhaps a fiery wasteland, as if the door was a portal. In hindsight he didn't really know why he'd expected that, and couldn't justifiably be disappointed. He followed behind the woman still, staring at everything around him. It didn't really interest him, the pictures of old people he didn't care about, but he had to look at something.
One picture caught his eye for only a moment. One of the faces looked familiar, a bright and happy hylian youth, with bright blonde hair and a green tunic. His thoughts were swept away almost immediately as they descended further into the building, and he didn't think too much of it, though he wondered who it was and why they seemed familiar. They passed through an office-y looking place and into another room which didn't look as much like an office, but the woman seemed to be using it as such. As instructed, he hopped up onto a couch (or at least that's what the scientist called it), and stared as she gathered papers.
He was taken aback by the questions. Hadn't they already gone over his age? ...Well, poor Pons had to think about the answers to the latter two. "Pons." He said to answer the first, with a bored tone in his voice. He was promised zombies, and quite frankly, he was upset that he hadn't gotten any yet. Number of years in Termina was a tricky one, and after thinking about it for a time, he decided to just spit out a random number and hope that Nami wouldn't question it too much. "Many. Maybe 27 years total. I spend more time in Hyrule. Much more." He refrained from answering age, as he truly did not know, but after a long pause he spat out another number, probably terribly off but the woman probably wouldn't believe him anyways. "Two hundred. Age. Probably."