Anna rolled her eyes. Just what she need, someone else to nag her. And here she'd assumed Crowley would be the one she could trust not to do that. Awesome. Way to make a bad few weeks worse.
"You know, you're a pretty crap demon if you're trying to help an angel." Not that Anna was the epitome of an angel. She was a pretty crap angel, all things told. The only reason she wasn't dead was because the only angels strong enough to do it were busy chasing Lucifer and the Winchesters (who she had mostly avoided until now).
Stopping again, Anna swung around to face Crowley, crossing her arms over her chest. "Here's the thing, I really don't feel like talking about this with you of all people, so how about we don't." Or she could leave. Of course she doubted she needed to tell him that part. He was smart enough to pick it up on his own.