[ Ann furrows her brows at him, frowning lips briefly puckering off to the side. ]

Don't mock me, Grell. If I were meek, I wouldn't be here.

[ However, her gaze lowers as the impact of those words sink in. A child of her very own... ]

That's precisely why it matters, too - it'd only be natural that I'd want the best for my child - to keep it safe.

[ Her gaze flickers back to him, then. ]

If not a womb, what would it be, exactly?