She still gives him a look, wondering who it was... wondering how well Eren tells people they're friends or not these days. She doesn't know, and doesn't expect to find out.

"Hah. So you get to make those decisions for other people? That's bullshit, and you know it." Annie also knows it works. She's seen the consequences, and if anything has her hackles up right now, it's knowing how effective he is almost in spite of himself. There's many things to be said about the triad that'd been Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, but not one of them could be called charmless.

Not even Mikasa, though when they were younger, it was a little, just a little, enjoyable to tease her over the overprotective and undereffective streak she had toward this man in particular. Annie holds herself still, not trusting Eren to recognise himself in these ways anymore than he ever had. Mincing words by saying he'd hurt no one here had a certain air of yet lingering about it.

"So you're keeping your titan out of all public areas, keeping your actions as one concise and direct, and not rushing in before pausing to think? You sure you've changed that much out here?"