She tried to sit still, tried to keep calm, but she just couldn't do it. Anne stood up after a moment and took to wandering the room in which Doom had locked her. All things considered he really could have locked her up in chains in a cell somewhere deep beneath the earth. So Anne wasn't complaining as much as she could have. She took to perusing the bookshelves, seeing what sort of taste her captor had, seeing if there was anything she could use.