Annabelle instinctively reacted when she suddenly felt another person's presence at her side. She had almost hit the Doctor when her hand failed in mid flight and dropped back down to her lap. The Doctor was holding the Sonic in his hand, but to her it appeared to be some kind of device that could potentially harm her. Annabelle quickly rose to her short height and backed up against the wall, looking at the finely dressed man with widened eyes. Terror shook her body as Annabelle began remembering the horrible men who used to use her body as a toy when she was younger. The streets in the beginning were difficult to learn, the only reason she survived was because of the street family. So Annabelle reacted entirely on instincts of self preservation.
The Doctor would be able to see the absolutely fear reflecting in her amber eyes as they widened further. She was pressed firmly against the wall with the bag digging deeply into her shoulders and upper back. Frightened beyond belief her eyes frantically searched for any route of escape from this strange man. Although the Doctor intended no harm to fall on her, this wasn't known knowledge to Annabelle. Considering she left home at fifteen, and now as a twenty-year old only knew the dangers of the street, she saw all men as threats to her well being. Even someone with such gentle eyes and a charming smile.
When Annabelle finally allowed herself a chance to relax and actually look at her company with focused eyes, she discovered that he was nothing to fear. Lanky arms and legs, large hands, and sophisticated overall appearance was not the typical form for an attacker. Despite the overwhelming hesitation in her mind, Annabelle decided to speak with him calmly. She answered his questions and then presented some of her own.
Her first question began with wanting to know his name. "Who are you?"
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Meanwhile the street family Annabelle left behind were desperately fighting for freedom. The police herded them into the cars one directly after the other. Although the children and teens were all screaming for their freedom, none of the police gave them that chance. Off in the distance these cries for help were able to reach Annabelle and the man at her side.
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"Who are you?" She asked, suddenly dropping her voice when she overheard screams echoing against the buildings. These voices were known to her, they belonged to her friends and adoptive family members. Annabelle turned back to the streets up ahead, debating on running off alone. Only then did she look back to the man and gulped heavily, knowing she was taking a risk.
"Sir, I know we just met and all, but I need help." Her accent was thick, much more noticeable than Rose's had been. "Can you help me?"