She nods. She wants that to be the case: a sign that she's exhausted, not that her worst suspicions are true.

Annie looks up and catches sight of one of the potted plants, and it makes her smile. Maybe her soul is half-dead. Maybe she'll never gather enough pieces of herself to make another whole person. But she sure as fuck felt alive when he brought her in here, and she can let herself imagine it would have pleased the mongoose, too.

"Tell me something fun you and Barrog got to do?"