on a creel bound train

A conversation on the train to Creel today, translated from Spanish:

Setting: I am bending over with my head out the window between cars and a girl (Cristina) approaches me from behind. Attractive, and very flirty. Hand on my back. I don't know her. I'm looking out the window. The mohawk is flowing in the wind. God bless the mohawk.

Cristina: Hey look at that!
Me: What?
Cistina: Oh, nothing, nevermind.
Me: Oh, I was looking for a waterfall or something.
Cristina: Well, if you close your eyes and imagine a little it could be a waterfall (rests her head on my back).
Me: Hmmm...So, are you from Chihuahua or headed there on vacation?
Cristina: Vacation. I live in Los Mochis.
Me: That's great. How many times have you been on this train?
Cristina: First time.
Me: This is my first time going this direction. Pretty spectacular.
Cristina: So...how old are you?
Me: 23
Cristina: Hmph.
Me: What? How old are you?
Cristina: You won't believe me, but I'm 14.

At this point do I say:
a) Yes, but what is that in dog years?
b) Well, see you later.
c) Hey great, let's get together and watch TRL!
d) Please stop touching me.
e) Is that man with a mustache behind me a Federale? Do I hear police sirens?
f) Yes, but if I close my eyes and imagine a little....you would still be fourteen.

fuentes

"The Hispanic world did not come to the United States. The United States came to the Hispanic world. It is perhaps an act of poetic justice that now the Hispanic world should return."

-Carlos Fuentes