His agreement just earns an even brighter smile, and she tips her head towards the door as she starts to walk. Her arms fold over her chest, and with only a brief pause to lock the door behind her she's heading out into the cool night breeze. It really is a lovely night, at least as far as she's concerned. There's just enough of a bite to the air that she needs to draw her arms in close, huddle her shoulders a little, but it's also quiet and the skies are clear, and it's exactly the weather that she's grown up adoring. She might not be that person any more, might not be Anna Milton the journalism major any more, but a lot of things have stuck around.
His question doesn't surprise her so much as throw her off momentarily. It's a hard question to answer, and she's not even sure where to begin. When she finally responds it's soft and hesitant, and she still sounds unsure of the words as she starts to speak. She's not sure that she's all that helpful, this is one of the areas where Anna is only slightly more eloquent than him. She adores that she can feel this spectrum, yes, and admires the range of human emotion more than anything in the world, but that doesn't mean she can even begin to understand it.
"It is...complicated. I'm sure you've already realised that though. Emotions are rarely that black and white. Like love, it's amazing, thrilling, so good. It's great, but at the same time it can tear your chest out, and cause you so much more pain than anything else. It's all grey area."