"Oh please, like you remember being human. I bet you could count the things you remember on one hand." Anna rolled her eyes in return, mostly for show. She didn't particularly care if he was sick of her bitching. At this point she was pretty sure she deserved a bit of bitching. And if Crowley didn't like it, he could very well fuck off. And he would, she was sure, if he didn't. But since he was here, Anna was - well, taking it at face value because trying to figure out why he was here right now wasn't going to help either of them.
Sliding into the water, Anna gave a tiny groan. Everything hurt. Her back and arms and chest hurt from the loss of her wings. Her legs and hips hurt from disuse. She ached. And she couldn't even lean against the back of the damned tub because she didn't want to risk tearing open her wounds again. So for a minute she just sat there, trying to relax despite it all.