Aery cocked her head to the side. "Oh, and what weapon would that be? I know a good deal of weapons." Chuckling despite herself at his comment about age, she said, "Well, I'm fourteen, though people tell me I look like I should be eight or nine and talk like I've got at least a doctorate. Which technically I do, through online academies, since none of the in-person colleges even wanted to me when I was nine and looking to get in." She cut herself off, for she would gladly chatter all day about academics. "The boys are fifteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and sixteen."
"Oh, just tell him our names too, why don't you, Aery?" Peter drawled. "Since you're telling him everything about us."
She winced, decided to drop the secrecy. "But Peter, you're the one who told me to never give away more information than the person gives you!"
He paused to consider, finally saying tartly, "Touche."
Smiling apologetically, she turned to Orion. "I'm Aerienna Johnson. Most call me Aery. The other one with glasses is Peter Cardew. The dark boy who looks like he is going to punch me about now is Kyle Watson." She leapt out of the way as Kyle good-naturedly tried to tackle her. "As I was saying. The freakishly tall one is Alex Jones... Alex, admit it, you're taller than average by a good eight inches. The fairly short, pale blond one is Adam Romero, and the honey-blonde one is Jonathan--Jon--Prescott. I don't think I caught your name..."