Annie had expected as much. If the police force themselves were as corrupt and rotten as they were said to be (they were), the people they were supposed to be enforcing had to be just as terrible. She had become callous to it as she had to so many other things. Because the higher-ups of the Military Police shirked all of their duties to the younger cadets, they were forced to bear the brunt of it all. Within her first week she had investigated, with other new policemen, thefts, threats, murders, among other things. Not to say such things didn't happen outside of Wall Sina; she had seen men beat one another to near-death over a loaf of bread when times were at their worst after Maria's fall. It wouldn't be any different here, amongst these people, or down on the planet, either. Strife was too deep into the structure of it all to consider any one place better than another — it just seemed that way when one usually faced a far more straight-forward threat to humanity.

She thinks, as she watches Eren's consternated expression, that if, for whatever reason, he had ended up in the Military Police, he wouldn't have lasted a week before exploding.

Her expression is somewhat blank at his question; in the last few weeks, no one had bothered asking her opinion (understandable, considering how closed-off she had been). She has to adjust to people like Eren actually asking, actually possibly caring.

"What I'm told," she replies after a moment's thought and consideration. She crosses her arms, looking out into the crowd of Transports, old and new. "From what I've heard, helping them win their war is going to be the fastest way back home." Because that would be the only thing that drove her. The people of this world and their struggles against the United Earth was as distant to her as a story being told of the same. But those same people were the ones keeping her here for their purpose, so she would have to play the part of the pawn, despite her qualms.