Annie doesn't pull away from his touch or resist the mind link but she does let out a little huff of protest. She has an odd sensation of being jostled, though her body remains still. It's disorienting but not so much as she thought it would be.

For some reason, she had been envisioning a more distinctly physical space. Like entering a house in a dream or floating untethered, but still cradled, through blackness. Distracted by Jack's concentration face looming in front of her vision—which is the least interesting sensory experience out of the plethora of physical and mental sensations she is undergoing—she closes her eyes. She can sense that Jack has pushed his song from his side of the link to hers, and she misunderstands the lyrics as 'Hang On, Stupid' instead of 'Hey Now, Sloopy.' So, she's a little pissed off.

"Can I pick the song next time?" she asks, eyes still closed. She is waiting politely on her side of their head, unaware of just how intensely he is concentrating. Well, his expression could have given it away, but whatever.