Ic: "Eghhhh," was all that Annie could manage to say. This was part of what she wanted, right? what was rightfully as much hers as it was Alaric's, just severed from her all those years ago. But it wasn't all of it, not by a longshot. She fought to stay alive to kill Warren and make things right. She lived to see him die. Her rage couldn't have been quantified, couldn't have been measured. Money wasn't a base for it, it was a wrath against a useless father who didn't care about her. It was about him, not his things.
But those things did have their uses, and no matter how little she liked the concept of materialism she felt a little prouder with the feeling that she would be a defiance against Warren's wishes if she had what he refused her long ago. Her life wouldn't improve but she would sand a little taller knowing she was everything Warren didn't want her to be and more.
"What the ######," she finally said. "I'm no hippie, I just........ Having what was supposed to be mine all along....... It would be a start to mending things, maybe. Yeah. And maybe then I wouldn't have to extort Queens cops for dough," she admitted.