In a lone chair not far from everyone else, completely unaware of the events of the last few hours, Annie sat comfortably in a relaxed position; legs straight, barefooted, ankles crossed, and elbows bent over the arms of the chair. Wearing nothing but the loose outfit she had found in her suite, and having taken a long shower, she felt fresh. Her black hair was still slightly wet, untied, falling down on her shoulders, touching the top of her back, and her straight bangs partially covering her narrow eyebrows. Her mood stayed high even when Fanya suggested of requiring her other than medical skills, which hinted her of doing something even more dangerous. Annie smiled and stared at Fanya as she spoke, and carefully paid no attention to D, just to be sure the man wouldn't get any ideas. She was happy to feel like being part of something bigger than her small commune that lived its ignorant life beyond the hills.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>