Annie was not drunk; she was a bartender. It was her job to watch all things in her bar, and if not spot them now--spot them later, on her security cameras when she couldn't sleep thanks to the headaches she drove herself to. She saw the distant look in the girl's eye, and the way her hand went from her lap to her drink in a rapid motion.
Drink swirled, she looked d own the bar at her employees. They were busy but not too busy; she was fine where she was. "Sounds intense... so that makes me wonder if Finn even knows you're home?" Finn was just a name to Annie; she had a vague idea that he was a brother but that was it. She'd never delved too deeply into Hailey's past when they knew each other back in the day. That wasn't the point of hanging out and drinking together.
The question distracted her though, and her brows went up. "Me? Sure. I've got my baby brother and my parents here--how much more like home can you get?" A lot, and she knew that. She still didn't really feel safe anywhere. That mental block was always up, always active, trying to keep herself safe.