Fifty-eight...? [ More squinting, but the combination of distance and scale make it impossible to really judge the tiny-human's apparent age, so Basil heads back down the bookcase. ]

Been a while since I've seen anyone close to my scale... [ aaand stops right there, hanging off a shelf somewhat precariously as he double-checks the distance between said tiny-human and that book. ] ...which, ah.

[ Winces, resumes descent. ]

Bit of a close call, that, wasn't it. Dreadfully sorry--in my defense, it has been ages since that sort of thing mattered. [ (Basil it's been like two months) ]