It was and it thoroughly wasn't at the same time, but Annie focused in on one thing in particular, of course.

"Holy shit, getting shot sucks so much," she said, her eyes widening in sympathy. Look at how she'd graduated to just accepting that if she ran around with dangerous, capable people, then her loved ones would occasionally get shot! And instead of worrying and freaking out, she could move on to the important thing: commiseration. Because getting shot fucking sucked. "You're okay? Like, you're going to be okay? Drugs aren't a longterm solution."

And look, even if she hadn't promised, Summer had basically earned the right to see this trainwreck Annie had called up on her phone. Badassery was its own reward, of course, but this was some grade A Vought bullshit Annie had to share.