Only a knowing smile crossed her lips whenever he walked into her apartment. "Well i didn't want you breaking my door to get in. Its about the only thing that actually is in working condition around here," she replied as he mentioned she shoulder lock her door. Turning her head to watch him snoop around, her whole body tensed as he sat in what was Mitchell's chair. A tick worked its way into her jaw as she sat up, draping her arms around her knees as she watched him.<br/><br/>The air in the room suddenly shifted as Korra shot off her bed, standing up quickly as he informed her of Annie's death. "What do you mean she's dead?" she asked, horror at the thought crossed her features. Crossing the room the room to the kitchen table, she plopped down into the chair opposite of him before leaning partially across the table to him. Her eyes burned with anger but beneath that was a deep sadness. "If this is some kind of sick joke, i want you to leave now. But if its not i want to know how it happened and who the hell did it," she said, seeming rather pissed about the whole ordeal. But then again Korra had never really been all that good of showing sadness or loss in front of others. There had been too much of it for her.<br/><br/>Not being able to sit still, Korra stood up and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs back. Sighing heavily as she turned away from the detective, her eyes darted from one end of the room to the other. Then Korra crossed the room the her closet, opening it up and bending down to grab Mitch's duffle bag. The waistband of her jeans lower a bit, the ears of what looks like tiger cub play peeky-boo with the detective. Grabbing all the clothes she has, they were all stuffed into the duffle bag before she quickly stood back up. Standing on her tippy toes and reaching up to the shelf in her closet, her hand closed around Mitchell's handgun. Pulling it down off the shelf, it layed in her hands as she looked down at it, lost in memories before she shook her head. Dropping the gun into the duffle bag on top of her clothes, picking up the strap, she hiked it high onto her shoulder then walked over to her bed.<br/><br/>Dropping the duffle bag onto her bed, she shoved the only pillow she had into the duffle bag then moved to the kitchen. Grabbing the blue vase, the long dead roses landed in the sink with a dry crackle as she took them out, walking over the bed with the vase. Turning it upside down, out came a whole lot of hundreds, fifties, and some twenties. Tossing the vase onto the mattress and closing the duffle bag, she zipped it up then hiked her duffle bag back onto her shoulder. Looking up at the detective once she was finished, she only said two words. "Let's go."