"Well that's just peachy, just sitting here playing nice with people? I hope someone is figuring this out because I don't like the feeling of being trapped in here. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad there's good people here, but still. I'd like to go outside and not interact with those creepy pod cloney people." Anya was known for doing the stupid thing, but this was a time where she wasn't going to go running outside. Not with a world full of the same person who seemed to be quite a psychopath. She didn't exactly have a deathwish, so she was staying put, but it was slowly driving her crazy. It was amazing just how small the apartment building became when she couldn't go outside when she wanted to.
Anya took a drink of water, replaced the cap and set the bottle down on the table. It took all of a few minutes for Xander to debut the word ex. It was a word that made Anya's blood boil. "I'm not stupid enough to go pester Buffy. Besides, I'm not blond anymore. My IQ went up." Anya made it a point to point her darker hair. If one kept track of how often Anya changed her hair color, they'd find it impossible to keep up. But right now, Anya was liking the brunette. It suited how she felt and also who she wanted to be.
There it was, the thousand dollar question. Not to mention it was the most loaded question Xander could possibly ask her. All of the bitterness and pain she'd been feeling since he'd left her now came to the forefront. "Okay with it? Okay with it? How do you expect me to be okay with it? And you think it's tough? Tough is an understatement, Xander. So to answer your question, I'm not okay with it, but I'd rather be here than trying to fend for myself out there." And the flood gates were opened. If Xander wanted to know how she really felt, it was about to come out.