"Mm." She shakes her head. "It's fine. They're the sort of things I expect people to ask about... I know the place I come from doesn't make sense to people who aren't from there. It's confusing enough for those of us who do."

She doesn't look toward him until he's asking the question others have asked her before. She's never liked her answer to this one. There's an ache that follows that won't abate no matter what she tells herself logically.

"I prefer being free to move around. I only have that while I'm here." World travel, anything like that, it had nothing to do with those grand ideas. "The chance that I would have ever seen my father again anyway is so low... he's the one thing I had left to lose. Maybe it's better if I never really know if he was even around to lose anymore."

She doesn't know how she'd really deal with surviving that, when the last person obligated to care was no longer there. Being well and truly alone, left with the ghosts of the people she's killed... Annie looks troubled. She brushes that away as the train pulls into the station. "But most the time, you'll just hear that from people who've actually died. I'm not quite there." Yet.