“It’s very wonderful to see so many different people, isn’t it? This is a place like no other.”

Annie startled at the man’s question and shrugged her shoulder carelessly, “Yeah, I guess it’s different – unique, whatever you wanna call it. But it’s just a place and we’re just people. Undead people, but people nonetheless. We probably won’t last long; too different, too unique.”

The numbing qualities of cool water seeped into her fingers, so long had she held her weapon under water, and she reluctantly pulled away. Frighteningly, Annie felt numb, head to toe; but not because of cold water. Dragging a hand down her weary face, she stood up with a sweep of her wet jeans and turned to Mena to receive answers. Alas, she waited too long.

“I will show you to your living quarters and later explain the situation to a further extent.” The redhead said more, however Annie only listened with half an ear. She spent most of the speech curling and uncurling her fingers, pretending she didn’t exist in such a cruel, cruel world. 

Following torpidly, Goodell entered what seemed to be the lounging room. Wintry air climbed up her flesh and Annie wrapped her arms around herself, protecting her body from the cold barrage. It was a simple room, nothing special, and she plopped onto the couch and winced at the uncomfortable hardness, or softness as she really couldn’t tell – it was either too soft that it appeared hard or too hard that it appeared soft, like fire-hot water or freezing cold water. 

Annie pointed at the room farthest from the entrance door and gathered everyone’s attention with an annoying yelp. “That room’s mine. I called it – it’s [i]mine[/i].”

When it was clear that it was her room, Annie leapt from the couch and traipsed from the room and to the area that Mena and Andraste had disappeared. 

Seeing Andraste cuddling Mena so tenderly, like a mother, made Annie cringe at the intimacy that she had intruded upon. Clearing her throat loudly and obnoxiously, she crossed her arms once again, this time with a certain flare of attitude.

“Would you care to explain more.” While it was worded like a question, it was most definitely a command. Annie was not the bossy sort, never cared enough to have constant control, but she refused to continue any further without knowing all the details she could gather.