Anne scoffs, but her deepening grin as she dips her head, ostensibly to hide her chewing, belies a hint of pleasure that she might actually be helping, or at least that Greta is willing to pretend she is. It's better, really, if all her caution isn't warranted. But it's nice not to feel useless, all the same.

"Back home, if something like this happened, I can't imagine it going like this," she murmurs. "Too much bad blood. Too many greedy fucks. Everyone waiting for a chance to get theirs. More likely it'd be a war. Or just... panic." And the people like Greta, who might want to help, getting caught in between it all. Her mood turns a shade darker for a moment, a frown taking the place of that smile. She doesn't like to think of Greta back home. Greta may be stronger and braver than anyone would give her credit for, but against the warring tides of Nassau, Anne can't imagine that being enough. And she would never have known to protect it.

Stupid thoughts. Imagining things that might've been, but aren't. Won't be. She lets it out with an exhale.

"They're all lucky to have someone like you around," she says after a moment, and lifts her head to look at Greta, offering her another gentle nudge. "I just hope they know it."