( Annie, who keeps having people flash wedding rings at her with little context to say that's definitely what they are, does ping to Reiner's: he didn't deny being married earlier, so maybe he is. She's setting that thought aside for now. )

Magic tattoos, is it?

( She considers this, jumping to the last mentioned option for reasons mitigated by certain desires to... ugh, protect. She's actually curious if the magic is why it stays on Reiner: she doesn't think regular ink could. )

If it can regenerate, that'd be useful.

( A pause before she sighs. )

The ones who don't want to know what's coming are going to start guessing too much if I bleed normally.

( Concession it is, then. )

That... hell. All this new technology makes me feel like I'm the one from an isolated nation.

( She taps her heel against the ground, considering. )

That Safety Pin. Will it make you stop making that face each time you realise I can't regenerate limbs or recover from gunshot wounds to the chest anymore?

( No specific reasons for those examples. Truly! Probably. Yet the casual mention brings something else to mind. Annie straightens up, leans forward, and fixes her gaze on him. )

... Reiner. Just so you know. No one was ever able to touch me in Paradis. I hardened myself, then they dragged me into a basement and left me there.

( It's her belated attempt to reassure him that the limb removal and gunshot wounds weren't things that happened after she was caught. (The gunshot wounds were definitely from before.) )

In case you ever heard anything different.

( Annie vaguely remembers something being mentioned in her crystal's hearing years back, but that hazy state didn't always leave her sure that she wasn't dreaming. )