Anya had been caught out before, when wandering the streets alone. Not this time, not a chance. She was prepared, with her stake in her hand and a taser clipped onto her belt.
Not that she was anything of a fighter. There were many times when she missed the strength and immortality that had been part of the demon package and today, when her feelings were on edge, was definitely one of them.
"You're being ridiculous, Anya," she muttered to herself as she walked along, before she paused and frowned. "And now you're talking to yourself. That's a great sign."
Shaking her head slightly, she continued hurrying along, one hand tightly gripping her bag and the other clinging onto the stake. She turned the corner near the store, into the quiet alley that would lead to the busier street toward home.
[ooc: quick capture is fine! I know you've got a gazillion threads on!]