She's a short woman, is Annie. Barely five foot in height, although she's not particularly slender. She stands with her feet apart, for balance, and the way her eyes followed Fatima's movements spoke of her actually following the movements, trying to predict the next move.

"Oh, no, I was just-"

Staring. Again. She's been doing that too much lately, things catching her attention enough that she stops and watches without trying to hide it. Stupid of her.

But fighting with boots is unusual.

"Gonna go runnin', but. How, why are you practicin' in boots?"

Her accent, if one has a good ear for them, is a heavier version of Finnick's, and there's a ring on her left hand, dark and non-metallic.