She continues to dress herself, eventually dropping the towel down to the ground to pull her shirt and sweatshirt on over her head. This one has a kangaroo pocket; Annie finds a marshmallow unaccountably present in there.

She squats to pick up the towel, folding the damn, sandy material in a few unrushed movements. "Your world is a limited one in some ways, isn't it? But you have to wonder. With all you say about ghouls and humans, and the conflicts had over the years, were they two species who pushed each other to different heights, too? I can't imagine either group is peaceful within themselves."

Annie shifts, looking out to sea. "Even when you have a supposedly ultimate enemy, people still fracture. That seems to be the case in a world with under a million people to a whole Empire... I'd be honestly surprised if a world populated by more than that were unified in anything other than the belief of their own fear. Ah... sorry. That's probably nothing you want to discuss."