Selina sets her fork down and rests her hands on the table. This isn't really the best place to have this conversation, but this isn't really something that's easily brushed off either.

"It was back when people were getting changed around, older and younger. The first time." She keeps her voice low, so that none of the other diners can hear. "Scott said there was a period where you were, well, basically feral. And that if you'd changed, I shouldn't even try talking to you." Her eyes are fixed on his. "I should just run."