Annie practically grimaces as she attempts to return Lance's smile. She remembers him, but that's more than enough for her. She wasn't exactly on her best that night. The way he's looking at her does help, however. Maybe he doesn't hold it against her- she hadn't realized he was the Lancelot she was trying to find until she'd seen photos at his home. That hadn't changed her mind about trying to find him, though. She reminds herself to tell him she thought he had the most well-behaved dog in existence, if they get a moment after the meeting is over.

She feels as if a small weight has been lifted from her shoulders, when Faolan introduces her, explains why she's there. Though, she realizes too late, she should be standing, not drinking tea. But here she is, sinking into the couch. So she's just going to stay quiet from here on out. Let Faolan and Redbright talk.