His eyes widen as Hal's words sink in. "You..." It would knock the wind out of Mitchell if he actually needed to breathe, and there is this small, wavering moment where he doesn't know what to say because there's to much to ask. Then in a rush--

"How is she?" And George, and the baby, but right now all he can think is Annie even though it doesn't feel as though he has a right to think about her, in that way, after everything he's done. But for now, his guilt is momentarily paralyzed by his unanswered question.