[ Oh, but Annie you’re probably his favorite person. He stops short, eyes glancing over features, over emblems stitched into her jacket— so neatly on either side of her shoulders. Military police, cowardly swine the lot of them were. He doesn't know her by name, but that doesn't really stop an already poor impression from forming. Though, the extra body would be nice, it just wasn't in his job description to be playing babysitter with the MP kids. ]
In which tagging Annie is actually hard. Wow.
Is Nile here?