Annie stared at the woman's...<i>yes, thighs</i>, as she spoke.<br/><br/>"Which means? Someone must<i>penetrate</i>their facade," Annie said and kept staring. Then she swallowed, and turned to gaze into Fanya's eyes. She added, quite calmly, "<i>Infiltrate</i>, is what I meant to say."<br/><br/>So this is what was expected of her? Annie was surprised how easily she agreed. Maybe it was the comfort of the chair she sat in, relaxed after a confusing day, or maybe it was the woman herself who confused her, and made her want to do anything for her...<br/><br/>Annie looked around in the room, curious if anyone in there had any idea what she was talking about. To most of them, she was just a simple medic.<br/><br/>"Any volunteers?" she asked, mostly jokingly, and then her eyes met with the red lenses of the cloaked man. A shiver creeped up her spine, as she had a brief thought of having to team up with him. Or maybe she wouldn't be even needed after all. The man seemed like shadow itself. Surely he'd be the one to go. Annie went quiet, and looked away.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>