Annie continued to peer up at the woman through spread fingers that covered the majority of her face. Slowly, however, as Sophie continued to speak, her hands moved away and she lowered her gaze toward the ground a few feet away from where she stood. "A-Annie," she said softly, after a long moment's pause. Her gaze flickered, briefly, to the woman.
"N-Need Sister."
Her brow furrowed then, a look of consternation crossing her face. She didn't want to have to talk. She didn't even want to be here. Jerkily, her hand slid up to the doll she held tightly against her chest and began absently picking at its hair.
"A-Annie go home," she muttered darkly, lower lip jutting out slightly in the classic sign of a girl who was clearly not as emotionally developed as she looked to be physically.