She doesn't bother trying to cover her smile when she catches the old man's meaning. She does, at least, hold back the last.

"He should get his eyes checked," she says, keeping her voice light. "We don't look anything alike." A pause, and then Selina shrugs: his eyesight was good enough to pay her a compliment.

None of that stops the smile. "You are looking gray around the edges, though."