[anna very much tries to no-sell it, but she can't. the grin is almost inhuman and she can't stop watching. her eye goes wide and her stomach sinks just a little bit, and in a small voice, she finally says,]

No, I think I'm good. [she clears her throat to get herself back to normal.] Jesus. All right, maybe I see what Ange is getting at. Just don't get yourself killed by scheming bigger than your ass can handle, o mighty golden witch.