Anna bumps into Pen and it's only then that she actually notices, snapping out of whatever fugue she'd been in and letting out a breath. There's not much of anything sensitive there for Pen to touch ever since she got that fucked up torso back, anyway, so no worries about where those hands might end up.

"Hey—" and she cuts herself off when she realizes Pen is talking. When she saw right through her again, not that. Not that Anna's any good at this. "No, I'm," she starts, her speech halting and her eye (singular, come on, Anna, don't forget that, don't let yourself pretend otherwise) looking away from Pen.

"It's fine. I just need to remember that things are going to go different now." She knows she's going to regret these words as soon as they leave her mouth, but she says them anyway. "They can't take anything else from me."