[jesus christ. she should've seen this coming. while Rose laughs through all of this, Anna sits up stock straight, puts her legs together, and folds her hands in her lap. putting up one hand to her temple, she constructs the glasses all for the sake of committing to the bit (they flicker into existence in a white and blocky burst of data) and clears her throat.]

My name, miss Geteilt, is Dr. Annalise Amarande Lehmann. And I will thank you not to disparage the field of military history in this way.

[she can only keep this together for so long, but she'll hold it until she's satisfied with Rose's reaction because god knows they both need to laugh as much as possible right about now.]