Annie has no problem taking her tea unsweetened. She takes the mug with both hands, something to keep her steady.

"It's, ah- you can ask. It's uhm, not exactly private." The heat of the ceramic mug warms her fingers, her palms. "There was an attack. By a nest. On the school I went to. For- for hunters." She swallows, holding the mug tighter. "The Fourth District." And she'd alone survived.