Anna nodded, sighing and looking at James briefly with her tired eyes. She was exhausted and couldn't quite wrap her head around what was going to happen later. Sleep probably wasn't going to come and relieve her of the torment that was withdrawal. Although she'd tried it before when she had been to broke to buy coke or another kind of drug, she would go through the first stages of withdrawal, getting to the point where she would do anything for it.
Anna could only imagine how it was going to be when she wasn't allowed to have any drugs. Of course, they would probably give her small doses of something so she would actually survive. At least she hoped so. When James spoke again, she turned her head and looked briefly into his eyes although she quickly averted her gaze. She'd never liked looking people in the eyes, and James' were a little special. A shade of grey Anna had never noticed in a person's eyes before, which made her feel like he could tell if she was lying or not. "They ask questions." She replied, shrugging slightly. She didn't like questions very much since people always asked strange ones that were either awkward, inappropriate or just too personal. A lightning struck somewhere off in the distance outside, making Anna flinch and furrow her brows. I hate thunderstorms. Her mind told her, but that was a lie. You don't hate them... You're scared of them. That was the truth. It brought back memories of her life in the streets and she didn't want to be reminded of them. As they reached the room James had been talking about, she peered inside and deemed it safe enough. She stepped in and stopped dead in her tracks, grateful for the fact that there weren't very many people in there. "Somewhere quiet." Her eyes met his for a moment, Anna looking almost like she was begging him. Instinctively, she moved closer to him and grabbed hold of the edge of his shirt and tried to calm herself down a little. "I'm hungry, James." She said in a low voice, looking down and feeling like she was more trouble than she was worth. "S-Sorry. I don't want to be any trouble."