Oh joy. A gun, in her face. Well that never ever got old. Not. Stupid people and their stupid guns. Why did everyone in this hell version of earth have guns pointed at her? She hadn't been a demon in forever and anyway Elle was fairly new to the place wasn't she? Though no, not if Anya had indeed been dead five years. She still didn't know how it had happened either, a fact that was starting to bother her a great deal. Still, she was fine with the surrendering.
"I'm fine, aside from the gun thing which is frankly disconcerting. But here's to a healthy not being shot. If you have holy water or silver I'll do the thing with the drinking and the cutting of my arm. Meanwhile I shall very much be not moving. See the amazing levels of not moving I can manage" she said worried, watching Elle go for her comm and speak into it.
"Who're you contacting? Is it Xander? You should contact Xander, he'd know what was best to do. Though I assume he'll want to see me. I hope he will at any rate. Was he awfully upset at my death?" Anya was worried about Xander truth be told. He should know more about what to do, he was smart like that, and resourceful, and she bet even in this weird creepy future she'd found herself in that there was a Xander Harris who could help her.