"Whatever," she huffs with irritation, crossing her arms stiffly. "Duly noted." Annabelle does roll her eyes, because she finds it semantical and unimportant.

She then looks taken aback. Her eyes dip from his eyes to the rest of him, and back up, sizing him up.

"Are you asking me to mercy kill you, or to look after Susan after you get yourself killed?"

She feels like it might be both, but she hopes not.