Anna's expression goes a bit murky, confused and sad that she doesn't have a better answer, here. Or a better understanding of how all this works. Ten months is a long time to be in one place, and yet there's so much to worry about that she can't fathom all of it at once.

"I'm not sure," she admits. "You can relearn--you can go back to square one and practice it all over again. But all I know is that I was decent with a pair of knives, once, but if I picked them up now I'd probably drop them."