Annie grins, her lower lip between her teeth because the surroundings do make her feel that she should tone herself down a little, but she also has always liked the chivalrous way he talks to her. No one else in her life has done anything like it.

She holds up a little bag of nail polish bottles. "I want to paint our toenails. That way, you look at your feet at night and you go, oh! Annie's back." She looks back at the plant. "Was that always here?"

It does stand out, albeit in a nice way, from the grim surroundings.