Annie's list came to an abrupt halt as Eleanor grabbed her by her shoulders, and the hexblood's cheery demeanor faded fast as her expression turned to that of a startled rabbit. Her body tensed up, expecting the druid to start shaking her and shouting at her the way Aunt Ivette did when she was in trouble. Oh no, had she said something wrong? 

However, Eleanor didn't shake her or shout. Instead, she leaned and whispered with urgency, explaining exactly the kind of situation they were in. Annie's brain was so frazzled by the sudden physical contact that it was having to race to catch up with what Eleanor was saying. Eventually, Eleanor backed off, which allowed Annie's mind to finish processing.

The fear on her face melted away to a more neutral expression. [color=6ecff6]"Oh,"[/color] she said eventually, before a smile returned to her face: a large grin showing off rows of pointy, shark-like teeth. [color=6ecff6]"Is that all? Well then, all we have to do is win, and then none of us have anything to worry about!"[/color]