Annie was used to the scenarios of fans coming to meet "the shooting legend", from all over America. Considering that she was used to communicating since she was eight years old, while working at the infirmary, she was quite an introvert, explaining why she preferred to wear pants most of the time, and not one those dresses that the girls would wear, as well as her decision to hunt wild game outdoors by herself, which brought out the somewhat tomboy in her. The point is, even though she is quiet and reserved by nature, she was still great in the company of others. 

So, to see this other girl come before her, she knew that socializing would never be too far away. Her drink already came just as she extended her hand, introducing herself. It was a woman of color; Native American, by her chocolate-brown eyes, brown-black hair, and...light skin? Half-Cherokee, perhaps? Annie's expression was friendly as ever, while looking back in this young woman in the same way she was looking at her; a rather clever glint in the blonde-brown haired woman's green eyes. 

"You wouldn't be mistakened at all", she returned the gesture with a friendly smile on her lips. "And yes, this is quite the pleasure, to meet one of my many fans", the woman's voice was modest, almost down-to-earth, before acknowledging the young man, and making a wink back at the girl once her attention was turned back to her. "Tell me, what would you like to know?", she casually asked, before taking a swig of her drink.