Well. Sure. Yeah. She wasn't there and she couldn't have stopped the eye thing from happening, probably, but. Anna trusts Pen. She trusts Pen pretty deeply, she's finding; there aren't a lot of people left on the app from when she first picked it up, and even if their friendship had a dip in the middle like November Rain or What's New Pussycat, they're here doing the damn thing together.

"Thanks," she says, not even protesting. Not even acknowledging that no matter how hard Pen tries, there's very little way she can guarantee that. It doesn't matter. "Same to you. There's not a lot that can put me in the dirt anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna go full death wish."