"Some folk don't care about right and wrong," she points out. It's not the first thing she thought about saying. That had been a snapped I'm trying in the face of all his observations. But she swallowed it. It'd have sounded defensive. It is defensive.

But not inaccurate.

She is trying.

It just doesn't work very well.

He has his own charisma, does this man. It a certain extent, she's inoculated against it thanks to Finnick, but only to a certain extent. What she's left with is that he is sincere (or can play it well, but she doesn't think so). Sincere, righteous. Far too perceptive, but she's never really been subtle.

"All right."

Annie glances away, frowning as she thinks, and then she looks back. He never actually said why he wants to help, just listed what was wrong. She's starting to think it wouldn't occur to him to explain what is obvious to him.

"You want to...help. Yeah? I, uh. Heard about doctors. For the mind. You one of them? A counsellor?"

Beverly had told her about them, after her panic attack.