Future!Anya and Future!Xander
"Maybe because I want to speak to you, and really I would quite like it if I could feel safe in a locked room with you," Anya snapped back sarcastically.
"It's strange, if you'd asked me a few days ago, I would have said that I would trust you, any version of you, with my life, but considering you've recently illustrated how well you treat your friends, I'm not so sure any more," she shook her head with a thinly veiled fury. The man in front of her seemed to bear no resemblance to the Xander she loved. The younger version, even without seeing the horror of her timeline, was closer to him than this one was.
She took the bag with the cookie and threw it lightly into the cell. "Thought you might be hungry." For something beyond the food already being provided. For something sugary. She'd go and get donuts if she thought it would help.