She makes a small sound and then crawls over him, headbutting his arm in quiet affection. He's asked a question, and it's a decent enough one; she's just not sure how to answer it.

"I've been thinking," Annie begins, still resting her head against him. It's not exactly an answer, but it's not exactly a dodge, either. She has been thinking. She's just also still lost.

"I don't have any conclusions. It's. I don't." She sits up, rubs at her forehead a bit. "Either we're in a replica of the old arena. Or, um this is the old arena, just we've been taken out of it for ages? So, your beard. But I don't understand our stuff or the fence."