No surprises there, really. She knows full well that she'd never just blurt it out if the roles were reversed (and isn't that a headache to think about, but the idea is still the same) and more than anything she knows she shouldn't ask. This is already risky business, enough has already been interfered with just by being in the same room. But Anna isn't anything if not stubborn, and given the state that this older version of herself is in, she's sure that she needs to know.

Thankfully, said state is still her advantage, and she crosses the room before other her has the chance to, stands in front of the door and folds her arms. She's even got a cold, hard stare of we own, and while the menacing act is an obvious empty threat - who would purposefully harm themselves - she's still going to play the card anyway.

"I don't know what you're expecting, but you can't think I'll just drop this," Hope, maybe, pray, like it'll do any good, but certainly not expect. She's tired, and she doesn't know if she has it in her to get to the place where she evidently ends up. "What happened to you...me? Do we get caught?"