A day ago Anna just might have copped to the whole 'yeah, sure, I'd miss you' thing. She might have gone along with it even a week ago, or a month ago, assuming she was in a good mood. But today? Today she wasn't sure she could even pretend to miss him, let alone mean it. It was the babbling - and it wasn't the babbling. True, Anna herself was guilty of doing some serious babbling in her time, but never quite to the rambling, nonsensical extent that Todd always managed. He sounded like he'd been hit by somebody's unfortunate babbling hex. It was irritating... and yet - and yet it was so thoroughly irreverent and distracting that it was taking her mind off of how much she hated her situation. She wanted to kill him, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to go away. It was an odd sort of paradox. Maybe she would miss him after all.

”Anna...you know what I mean...right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” she grumbled. She got the gist, anyway. If she killed him then she'd go to prison where she'd feel bad about doing it and regret it forever. And scare dementors. Right. She wasn't entirely sure that the ministry was in the business of sending fifteen year old girls to Azkaban, even for murder in the first degree. She hated the idea of dementors. She knew the depths of her own private sadness and she had no desire to have it  thrown back in her face against her will. She had enough trouble with that already. 

Pocketing her wand, she turned back to him. She just looked him over for a moment, a slightly sour but generally less angry look on her face. “Are you going to make yourself useful or what?” she snapped. Her voice didn't quite have the same venom it had only moments earlier when she was sure he'd come to ask her uncomfortable questions and make her more miserable. “This is a really rotten day for me, and I want to do something better than just bloody stand here, if you don't mind. I don't want to stop doing things. I just want to go,” she explained. She grabbed him by the arm and tugged as she started down the hall again.