Annie flushes, her eyes dropping sharply and fingers tightening around the staff. Not in a threat, just as part of a sudden desire to make her already fairly small person seem smaller. Not there.

"So-sorry, I just got, got distracted..."

This, at least, is more normal, and her shoulders start to tense up.

But, even with that, she shoots him a brief look of disagreement. The last actual fight she'd been in had been five and a half years ago. She's just been sparring with Finnick ever since. Which is different.

Obviously.