Antoinette shot a glare toward Ophelia when she called her Annie. That was her brother's little moniker for her. sure her full name was a mouthful, but it was just a little pet peeve of hers. Not that she was actually saying anything about it. Instead she actually pouted because the guy whose lap she was in wasn't petting her anymore. Even if she wasn't the leopard anymore. Reluctantly she slipped a little away from him, as she was obviously making him uncomfortable. "Nice to meet you too." she began, ignoring the feline in the back of her mind saying Mine.
Using the hand that wasn't connected to the wounded shoulder, she attempted to push herself up off of the floor. Quite wobbly from the loss of blood of before and now because of that morphine she had been shot up with. Someone ought to get her and Dante some clothes or something. Though she didn't make it to her feet. Instead, she plopped back down, her head going to rest at Elias' lap (not caring yet again), and she adjusted her body to where most of her was covered at least. "So not gettin up." she murmured, her words kind of muffled.