Annie was just about a pacifist as ever, even after noticing her leader turn to her with an exasperated 'what the heck?' expression on his face. She wasn't kidding, and it was evident on her own feminine features; it was the 'you heard me' look, piercing her eyes at him, as if she was expecting him to submit defeat. Honestly, the cowgirl wasn't that cruel, and the obvious celebrity-love from their people was evident for her modesty. It was actually one of the reasons why Jedediah grew so amused, and/or fond of her: he respected her for a young woman of her status. Or, maybe it was because he needed a sharpshooter on their boundary? She didn't really want to ask him what the reason was. Not now, not yet. 

The cowgirl knew that there will be indeed Hell if this proceeds, but with the order being said, "Unleash Hell!", alarm hit her, once Octavious sheathed his sword, and raised it triumphantly, with an agreeing shout coming right back into the air. With rock projectiles coming towards their foundation, the western people of their exhibit screamed, and they ran. That is when Annie felt her body weight being pulled down to the ground, eventually realizing that her leader used his body weight to get her and himself out of the way from the propelled artillery. She did notice herself nearly landing on top of the cowboy, but she quickly removed herself from landing in such an embarrassing position with a groan. 

The giant, on the other hand, was just acting like a pillar in the way of the rocks. He exclaimed and hissed here and there as the fire-covered rocks hit his uniform, and it literally made him reconsider to not not remain there. 

[i]"Climb aboard, boy. Take the hand, son"[/i]

Came a sudden voice next to Larry, as he tried to get away from the shooting projectiles of the Roman army, a hand offered out to him. Wasting no time, he took the hand of Theodore Roosevelt, the twenty-sixth president of the United States, and perched himself upon his horse, Texas. Then, there they go, riding away from the Hall of Miniatures. Annie did glance at the night guard's getaway, but she turned herself back into the chaos, once Jed came up with a plan. 

[i]He's serious, right?[/i], was her only thought when her leader told her what they were going to do. Honestly, it was suicidal and yet, a very crazy plan. They were walking right into the shooting range. But heck, he was a little over his head. Just a little. And when someone says 'shooting range', they were speaking Annie's middle name. Plus, what could the cowgirl say? He was the only resource she had to learn about these strange surroundings. So, making sure that Jed's alive throughout the plan, would be mandatory. She nodded to his question, although felt a little hesitant to do so. She was a pacifist; not a fighter.