Annabelle was doing better than she thought she'd be, but things weren't great.
She'd woken up in a room that was a lot like her room at her dad's, and she was relieved to see her paints and supplies were back--including the Doctor's books. And her turquoise ring. But these things, she knew, were just creature comforts, and that put her on edge.
Annabelle did not want to be on edge. She still didn't have enough control for that to be okay, if it was ever okay.
She thought about just staying in her room, but she knew eventually the Doctor would come knocking to see how she was. Or Cavan. Or even Dean. She couldn't hide from everything. That wasn't who she was anyway.
Annabelle went to get some food, and after she'd done that, she sat down in an armchair, taking it all in. She had her sketch pad with her and some charcoal, and she focused on drawing both the aliens and parts of the ship. There was a woman sitting there when she'd arrived, and Annabelle'd begun drawing her, too.
When a man came in, who appeared to maybe be her boyfriend, Annabelle offered them both a smile. "Are you... are you new?"