Annie couldn't help being frendly (perhaps overly so in some cases), it probably came from the year of so she spent completely unable to communicate with anyone at all. Now she was just so grateful to be seen she tended to make the most of it. "Oh gosh I'm sorry," she replied, sounding geniuely worried. Her expression changed a little though, a mix of concern and interest as he explained himself further. "I didn't-I didn't know that could happen," she admitted. "So you age then? Well obviously you age because otherwise..." she trailed off and pulled a face that suggested she'd just considered someone giving birth to a grown man.
"Keeping control's always good," she agreed. "I have a tendancy to blow stuff up accidently when I lose it so I can certainly appreciate that. But I'm hoping that understanding involves neither of you killing you other, I'm very much against that." Afterall she'd given up her death for Mitchell, and losing him when she'd come here has almost been more than she could bear. She smiled at his reply. "Cool. So...what did you have planned for night then? Just walking around?"