His shuffling his cards made her want to nab them out of his hands, but he did justify her with an answer. She frowned. "You were going to before though, you can't deny you were." She said as she remembered back to when he unclothed. "If you hadn't gotten distracted by..." She glanced towards the stairs that led to the basement. Then she looked away. Shaking her head. She didn't want to play any games. She wouldn't have had a clue how to anyways.<br/><br/>She got off of Conda's lap and sat down next to the chair. Lying her head onto his lap she looked up to him. She wondered if she would ever understand how people worked at all. Everyone was so different from another. The main thing she could tell, was that no one wanted to be in pain. She never had felt the same way. Pain wasn't all that bad, she thought. Though, she wasn't sure how her pain compared to those of others. She frowned as she thought of Goose enduring such a thing as what Conda said.<br/><br/>She tried not to think of it. Instead thinking on what Goose had done for<em>her.</em>Bringing her here. Tending to her. Seeing to it she got medicine, to try and get her better. What had she done in return for him..? She bit her lip, as she started to worry what he might do with her once he saw the hole in the window she'd made. She wanted to believe he meant well by everything, but she was scared. She hadn't faced so much change in ages.<br/><br/>"What if I don't want Goose? What if I want someone else?" She said as she eyed him more directly. She had no one in mind, but... she wondered if Goose would really allow for her to have other options. She didn't want Goose to kill himself though. If she did anything else. She didn't want to affect him in such a way, but she seemed to... "How am I meant to know what I want, if I want this, when I've barely seen anything beyond the four walls of my own home for years?" She said, lifting her head up from his lap as she sat up straight. Tears stung her even more than usual as they ran across the cut on her cheek.<br/><br/>"He's going to be back soon... and he's going to ask me... he wants an answer... what am I meant to say to him?" She shook her head. She wished she had someone else to go to. She wished her mother had been better to her, so that she might be able to have some womanly advice now. An older sister would have been wonderful as well. Anna had nothing like that though. All she had right now was Conda. A guy with a large shaft, but... not so big of a brain, she thought.<br/><br/>Anna stood up and found the sheet. Wrapping it around her for a bit more warmth, she made for the stairs. "Sorry... for troubling you and all." She said to him. "I'm ungrateful whore, I know." She said with a sniffle and a smile as she laughed at herself. She really had gone on such a ridiculous rampage...