Anya'd heard of the Lux, even been there a couple of times. Nice place, and the approval showed though on her face. Well the part of her face not covered by a steadily growing bruise.
"Thank you," she nodded as she gathered up her things, balancing the bags in her arms once more.
It was only a short walk, even if it did feel far, far too long to Anya, nervous as she was about being jumped by vampires again. She eased the door of the Hyperion open when she finally arrived, before looking faintly awkwardly at Mirta.
"Did you want a cup of tea or anything? I feel I should offer something for your timely rescue."