Anna had always known Sullivan was a man of composure. She saw it the first time they had met. When she caught him with the blood of another staining his hands and face yet he had been unbothered by her presence.
By the fact that she was a walking evidence in regards to the crime he committed. He was an insane man composed enough to be know whatever she spoke wouldn't affect him.
She shouldn't be shocked about his null reaction to her words, yet she was. "Mr Sullivan…" Anna called after he placed her legs on the bed and moved to remove his suit jacket.
Sullivan sighed, rubbing his palm across his face. "Anna, it's been a lovely night. You are sleepy and tired, do not let this bother you."
"You are not worried?"
"About?"
"People demanding your arrest."
