Anya arrived, looking out of place. She didn't have a costume, and was just wearing jeans and a sweater. She hadn't been in many big fights like this before. In her world, the X-Men were peacemakers, and the threats were less severe. Conflicts between humans and mutants were uncommon, and things seemed to generally fall in place. She was nervous. She'd had training sessions, of course, but she didn't consider herself 'battle ready'.
She listened to Wolverine's speech and ran through it mentally. If something ran, she could send a blast of electricity at it, hopefully knocking it out.
She glanced over at the acrobatic man nearby, smiling at his words of confidence.. and then recognizing his voice. "Hank?"