I think Anna is still too mad to cry. Or, at least she’s not letting herself cry, because she feels like she has to stay tough, for Tilla.
Oh, snap! Glad I’m not in your shoes, Wren.
She will tackle you Wren. And not a glomp-tackle. A football-tackle. Ok maybe a glomp.
Ooh, and Anna barely even hesitates to play dirty.
