Anya had no idea who the newcomers were, and she wasn't even certain the older man was with them. The girl, however, had a tight grip on Aiden's shirt, and Anya hoped her grip was tight, because it didn't seem that Aiden was going to stop for anyone. "How did I do what?" she asked, unknowingly projecting the question again, but dropping it a moment later.
It was starting to get warm in the press of people, and she was unbelievably grateful when Aiden maneuvered them to the door. She looked over her shoulder to ensure the woman and man were with them; they were.