[ Anastasia's brow furrowed just a tiny bit in confusion as he picked the crown up. She should have known that just words would not be enough, but.. that was the first real ounce of hope she's had in a long time. A glimmer when she'd spoken to him as Marian, sure, but now..

He was giving her a choice. A real choice and he wasn't like her. She could trust that he would really give her a chance if she could do whatever it was he was asking. Probably to get rid of the crown for good. It was hardly the only thing she had, but it was the most symbolic. Anastasia stared at it for a moment, the tiniest bit conflicted. ]

I'll give it to Jefferson and tell him to get rid of it. I'll sell the clothes back if they let me, I'll talk to Second about the room... whatever you want.

[ Second was.. a whole other set of issues. The fact that she had to talk to him to get rid of the room was probably indicative of something but it didn't look like she wanted to say. ]