A fingernail catches Annie's cheek, tears the skin; the victim barely reacts, though her blue eyes flash. She's used to worse pain than this. Her arms criss-cross her chest, hands loosely fisted, then with a sort of shucking motion she raises both arms to bracket (guard) her face.

Bright human blood dribbles down her cheek. It tickles. Annie wrinkles her nose, briefly irritated.

"Why?"