Anya had known this was Xander's camp, she'd talked to the right people, gotten herself a gun and headed out. Shooting the zombies didn't bother her, zombies weren't people anymore and she liked surrviving. Even if mortal her seemed to be bad at it, she didn't miss the vengence but she did miss the immortality and teleporting. That would have been so much handier than this. That said she'd found her way to Camp Xander. Where he was all in charge and probably manly even without his manly eyepatch. There'd be muscles and leadership. She approved of that even if the world seemed to have gone to hell. Stupid Winchesters. She blamed them.
She'd gottten to the camp as uickly as she could manage, going for stelthy and not very brave. Brave it seemed was what had gotten her killed twice now so she'd just have to stop that sort of nonsense and be cowardly, incredibly cowardly. In the spirit of that she stepped out from the shadows near the edge of what she really hoped was Xander's teritory, (he had teritory!) and lifted her hands into the air immediatly. "Hello!" she said brightly, or as brightly as she could muster. "I come in peace, take me to your muscled leader" she told the blonde woman who seemed to be not evil. She really hoped for non evil.
"I'm not a zombie. Or a demon. Or anything else bad. I mean I was a demon but I got humanized. And not a this world demon, I was a vengence demon in my own world and..." she paused. "This isn't helping is it?"