There's too many people here and Anne has negligible interest in meeting any of them, so she's both grateful for and wary of Greta's pointed summons. Best to stick close to those few here she knows, even if they're going to make her meet more people. What surprises her is that the man Greta wants to introduce is... not the sort of person she'd ever think to find among Greta's associates. He's enormous, bigger even than Teach or any of those lumbering fools Vane brought back with him to take Nassau. He's got blood on him and a look about him like he could be dangerous, not just down to his size. Not necessarily in a bad way, neither. It's almost familiar. But she wouldn't have expected Greta to know him, and as Anne draws near, she even hears her chastising him mildly for looking a mess.

Greta has never quite ceased to surprise her, and yet Anne still ain't used to it.

"Mad Sweeney," she echoes, sizing him up, slow and ponderous. Sounds like a name earned, something he had to be given, and that's familiar, too. She has to tip her head back to see beneath the brim of her hat; beside him she is dwarfed even more than usual, but that don't bother her. "Who calls you that?"