Annabelle feels irritated. She just wants this all to be dealt with already. Her impatience towards resolution has ended in it biting her in the ass. She doesn't think she was wrong, but not quite right, either.

She drops her head with a sigh, cradling her forehead in the space between her thumb and index finger.

"I know."

She'd said so herself, earlier. And where had that gone?

"I know that. I lost my patience. It's been nearly ten years since I've interacted with a child, before this week." She sits straightly again, looking at the ground as well, her hands in her lap. She feels a strange mixture of things that causes her to wrinkle her forehead pensively. It's unpleasant. "...I'm..." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry."