Her eyes wandered over her features as she spoke, "Anna is very suitable name for one as pretty as yourself." She smiled, ignoring her first comment.<br/><br/>She was intent on listening on his well-being, but hearing he wasn't in a good mood and he wasn't using Anna ad a stress relief told her a lot. She frowned, " You don't like him, huh?" Disappointment rung in her voice like a beaten bird, the melodic charm lost the moment her pretty doll lips curved down in a recognizable frown.<br/><br/>Finch bucked her head into her arm, snapping her out of the dull solemn expression settingin on her features making her blink once. Her eyes looked angry, but she blinked again and seemed to shove off the second wave of emotion. "Come, sit with me," she said calmly, walking by her as she motioned to the railing of the porch. She curled her leg around the post, her pose almost seductive but she didn't seem to care that it was unlady-like for the common woman.