"Aw." Annie frowned some. The idea of poor Waffle looking for her and not being able to find her made her sad. "That's okay. I should probably get a new screwdriver anyway."
She said it as if screwdrivers went bad or something. Which, obviously they didn't. But she would have felt like a heel trying to take anything away from the little arm.
"You'll have to let them know I'm okay." She offered a little smile. "Which I am now, so don't you worry either. Just have a little bit of healing to do, then they'll let me out."