Fred had a small computer in the Mayor's apartment; she'd yet to accept it as her own. It wasn't anything half as fancy as the ones in the Watch Tower, but it suited her purposes. Perhaps it had been Jack's or maybe the City was trying to make up for all the tech it had taken from her before. Or maybe she'd purchased it when she couldn't remember much of anything. She didn't ask about it once she poked around it to figure out whose it was.
Her brows furrowed when she saw the message waiting for her. The small window was not one she had created or started, so it was a little bothersome until she actually read what was in it.
Annie? Is that really you? It was a stupid question, but it was all she could think of to ask. It could be a trap, but how many people knew that she knew that Annie could do what she did? How many people would bother with caring about who or what Fred knew?