"Ohhhh," Annie says slowly, mouth tilting at that. "Yeah. I do that some- Actually, I kinda do that a lot."

She hates it, but the ways she has of trying to make her concentration better, the swimming and running and surfing, aren't around in ways she trusts to try and help. Working out in her room isn't the same, and she forgets.

Steve scans the room and she knows that look, too. She does it herself, usually. Quick, assessing, automatic. It's reassuring, in an odd way.

But then, Annie's a Career. Something of a terrible one, and she knows that training is a neutral thing of itself, but at least when people are trained she knows something of what to expect.

"I didn't interrupt your training, did I?"