Annie frowned gently, turning her gaze down to her knees, where she started to pick at a stray thread on the hem of her skirt. Time wasn’t one of Annie’s strong points – she slipped away too often to keep a proper track of where the hours went. “I’m… not too sure,” she admitted quietly, finally lifting her gaze back to the man sitting beside her. “Sorry. I just... A while?”
As for the next question… the brunette pressed her lips together, carefully examining Abrahams face. It was a kind question, and she really did appreciate it – there seemed to be all kinds of lovely people here. But how could he help?
“I – I don’t think so,” she finally replied, her voice apologetic. “I was just… remembering.” That was enough of an explanation, surely. “Sometimes… I think sometimes its harder to forget things, even if you go far away.”