"Dumb ones don't survive," Annie says softly, her thumb stroking the scar on her throat. She isn't talking about herself, though; or if she is, it's only because his scars are evidence that it's true.

She shakes her head and puts the makeup away, scoots closer to him. It's a risky move, but she's choosing to trust what he said earlier, and if she's no longer meant to fear him then she's free to act naturally with him. And that means she can tuck herself up against him and rest her head on his shoulder while she talks.

"I was all those things too, though. It's why I ran away, got into all the things I shouldn't have done. Just between us? It's why I like it here. The Admiral could've picked a million, billion-trillion other people at the same time he picked me. So I take this second chance stuff seriously. We can be better here than we were at home."