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 take notice of another set of footsteps coming in her direction, Annie knew that, due to her status, socialization with the public would never be too far away. Her drink already came just as soon as she heard her voice. The remark made the blonde chuckle, before having to turn her head to look at her, having to take in the physical image, and commit it to photographic memory: A slightly shorter figure, a Victorian dress with light colors, long dark-brown hair, creamy Caucasian skin, and a bit of green-hazel in her eyes. Annie's expression was as friendly as ever, having to look back at this young woman, the same way she was looking at her; a rather clever glint in the blonde-brown haired woman's green eyes. 

"I wouldn’t be mistakened for it", she returned the gesture with a smile on her lips. The blonde’s voice was modest, almost down-to-earth, having to make a wink towards her. "You don’t look like you’re from around here. Tell me, what would you like to know? What’s your name?", Annie casually asked, before taking a swig of her drink. If this was a fan, she’ll take this casually.