“Look, Ah really am trying here. Please spare the glare,” she grunted, looking up at you from the seemingly unconquerable map. “We’re not lost. Jus’— stop grumblin’ and help us get back to the ship. Please.”

You (hell, the entire team) and Anna had gotten off to a rocky start after she, well, attacked all of you on multiple occasions. After Xavier had allowed her to join, though, Anna swore she would change. To work for the team, not against them. This whole outing was meant to prove how she had overcome all of those times, to show what she was capable of. That intention, though, had been ruined by you and your stupid glares, your unnecessary digs, all of it.

It didn’t help that the two of you were totally lost — and that she hadn’t accepted such yet. Or told you. She was sort of hoping the Blackbird would just materialise at the end of the path, even when it was the third time you had crossed it.