Anya's smile widened. Indeed, niceties had gone down the drain since more and more survivors filled the safe houses. Anya still tried her best to be polite -- not overly so, but enough that she wasn't coming off as rude. With so many people left, there really wasn't enough room in her heart to hate anyone. No, the one person she really despised was whoever had killed Joey. That person would forever be burned in Anya's mind as a murderer, and she just couldn't accept that.
As terrible as it made her, she could accept anyone for any crime, but not the person who shot her fiance pointblank, as if he were nothing but an animal.
"It was pretty easy," Anya said. "It would've been nice if Coop came with, but he was needed for a run to another part of the city." She shrugged. "Bad groups though? What d'ya mean?"