What am I meant to do? It's not as though I can just poof my clothes-- [ She sounds indignant and frustrated before she stops and looks down at him for a moment, a sudden look of determination crosses over her face.] Away. [ Her brow furrows for a moment and then poof the grey sweater she's always wearing disappears without a trace, making Annie start. She shifts, almost sitting up beneath Mitchell in surprise--] How... I didn't know... [ Mitchell, you'll need to jump-start her brain again, remind her she's still got a lot more clothes on.]
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