D's focus shifted to Annie. His expression was one of concentration and somehow, among the many others in the room, he seemed least affected by Fanya's spell of movements and expressions of her sexuality. His expression was one of a soldier listening very carefully to a briefing by a commander.<br/><br/>When his expression shifted to Annie, it softened just almost imperceptibly so. For all of Annie's inexperience and perhaps a bit of fear being put into her new environment, there was something endearing about her to D... some... intangible quality to her that he had yet to define. At a real basic and simple level, D liked her.<br/><br/>He smirked at her question and sighed a bit, "<span style="color: red">Yeah... she does that.</span>" obviously referring to Fanya. Before he could consider patting Annie on the knee to make her feel reassured that what she was feeling was both okay and somewhat normal when in the same room as Fanya, perhaps committing to what might be considered as an inappropriate touch by Annie, his eyes laser focused and shifted back to Fanya. His hard soldier like concentration coming back to his face, tension on it as Fanya held the rifle to her breast and spoke, his moment with Annie at least temporarily over for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>