Once she'd caught the radio broadcast (after washing her hair with a jug of water, ugh the days when things came out of the taps were the worst), Annie had debated with herself on whether she wanted to check on Danny and Steve given this whole Afghanistan thing, or whether it was none of her business and they had it handled.

Ultimately, Sunday-afternoon boredom coupled with the hope that Danny might be cooking something won out, and she headed downstairs to knock on their door. Maybe it would be nothing and she'd get to hear a fun story about an explosion or mutant spiders again.

"Hi," Annie replied, stepping in. "This place looks suspiciously un-glittered, given the cannon situation." Though she did appreciate that the reindeer seemed to be sticking around.

Also, no Steve? But maybe he was just out?

"Sort of. Mostly I was just bored and seeing if you guys were around," Annie admitted, a little concern creeping in. "Where's Steve?"

It was actually more worrisome to her that Danny was here, if Steve had gone to Afghanistan. But she was probably being dumb, and he was just off torturing the troopers or something.

"So he actually went," Annie sighed, following obediently. "I heard the radio - I wasn't sure...like, if it was something he had to do right away or not. What's in Afghanistan? If you can say, I mean."

"Whatever you're having's great," Annie decided, taking a seat at the kitchen table and resting her chin in her hands. "This doesn't sound good."

She was kind of an expert in running off to do stupid things, herself, but that didn't mean Annie couldn't appreciate that it didn't always leave the people behind in a great position.

"Steve has a girlfriend?" Yeah, Annie was going to get stuck there for a second. "I didn't know that. He's never mentioned her."

But then, why would he have? Just because he and Danny acted like the most married people Annie had ever met, that didn't actually have to mean anything. Steve could have a girlfriend, sure.

Though, that being said, Annie was a lot less accepting of this girlfriend if she had to do with this scary Afghanistan thing.

"Do you know what kind of help?" Annie wondered. "I mean, clearly...the in-person kind."

Probably the dangerous kind.