Just in the few moments that she had been laying there on the stoop, she had been close to falling asleep. Blame that on the fact of the lack of blood in her system at the moment. The pained sound that Dante had given sounded so distant and yet so close all at the same time. When the door opened and she heard Ophelia, she didn't even have a moment to hate the other woman, which most signs usually pointed toward her not liking her.
Annie struggled to get back up, a pained sound coming from her before she was even capable of limping herself into the house. They were inside, safe. At least that was how it felt in that moment. For the briefest of moments, she nudged her head against her brother, a little gesture of affection. Though she didn't know if it was meant in thanks, or what before she just let herself fall against the floor. Again trying to turn her head to lick at the wound and finding that she couldn't. An annoyed sort of growl emitting from her.