Good girl. Self. Whatever you want to call it. Anna knew she was a fast learner, so why would her younger self be any different. Shut up, logic. Still, she's managed to right herself, to stand without the aid of something solid and inanimate. She still hurts, can still feel herself cracking at the edges, but it's bearable. Tolerable.

"I wasn't aiming for here, if that's what you're wondering." Hence the ... 'not far enough'. "And it's for me to know, and you to find out soon enough." Her tone turns cold, iced over and stubbornly locked. There would be no leads or hints. She'd messed with time once already, having just stepped foot here, into the presence of her younger self. So no spilling anything.

Not that she'd have much of a chance, consider she's walking towards the door. She can't fly. Not yet- it's too soon. She has to save the little strength she has left for what's to come. She'll just ... walk around. Find food. Avoid the hot-tail she knows her younger self is still on. That she herself is still on. You know. The usual.