"Thank you," Xander declared, looking over to the other Mirta with a genuine smile. "For saving my lady friends ass." He then turned, one hand slipping up to the side of Anya's face so that he could keep her from looking around and being all distracting while he was trying to determine as to how much of a hissy fit he should be pitching over her current condition. On a scale of one to ten...he was thinking a seven. A solid seven. Maybe seven and a half. "You need ice," he decided, putting a defensive arm around her shoulder. "We should get you some."
Thoughts of ice, however, were shut off when Jacen came wandering on in. A bright look instantly found him. What? No! He didn't have a fanboy crush on Jacen! Don't be ridiculous!
"Jacen! Buddy!"
Who did not look happy. Oh! Was this going to be another epic Star Wars moment?