"I could...not be wearing a shirt," Annie noted, her voice dropping a little lower. "Like, so we match better."

Yep, all in the name of matching. Look, Annie was going to take these little scraps of plausible deniability where she could get them.

Her welts were healing really nicely, too. Not that she was going to bring it up -- even if they were both apparently super into post-gunshot sexy comfort, it still had the potential to be a little mood-killing -- but you could barely even see where she'd been shot, now.