Yeah. She is that bored. Anri moves forward, each step he takes slow and easy. The whole remark about killing him five times over in her head isn't all that comforting, but Anri has a feeling that it wasn't meant to be anyways. Just a matter of fact, like the rest of this place. Anri takes his hands out of his pockets, tugging his sleeves a bit over his palms as he stops maybe two feet away from her (give or take a couple inches, but he's feeling daring).

Yes.

Two feet is daring.

Anri feels like he ought to be a little more offended by the remark, but maybe the majority of his self preservation was left behind in Askersund. "How'd you do it?" Might as well know, right?