The bruises on Annie's neck were just barely visible, discoloration peeked out from the collar of her shirt. Mags frowned deeply and waved to get the young girl's attention. "Neck... uh, okay...?" She tugged at her own collar and rubbed the wrinkled skin of her own neck. Not once did she break eye contact with Annie, concern obvious.
Annie furrowed her eyebrows confused as Mags waved her down, though as she heard the older woman utter the simple, short words, she knew that she had been caught — though caught wasn't exactly the right word for it, it wasn't as if she had done it herself. Looking down at the elder, she nodded as her hand moved up to hold her hand over the bruise, face blushing and practically giving her away. And her source.
"I'm okay, Mags. Really, it's nothing."