It might be difficult to decipher the difference between a laugh and a sob with her right now, but it is mingled in there among her tears. She just shakes her head but doesn't otherwise respond, not for awhile at least. Once her breaths have calmed and her scattered prayers have abated, Anne reaches to wipe her fingertips beneath her eyes, looking to see the hat that had been carefully pinned to her hair now on the grass.

"Your first job was to keep watch over Elizabeth. Did you look for her?"