After getting a response from Xander, Elle tucked everything but her gun away. It was hard keeping a steady aim. She blamed action movies of the past on making badassery look so effortless. Slowly, Elle pulled a flask out of her back pants pocket that was not filled with alcohol, but rather holy water.
“I’m sure you understand our reasons.” Elle tossed the flask over to Anya. “Take a drink of that. Before I take you to Xander I have to make sure you’re not a monster.” She gave a halfhearted smirk and shrugged.
“Yeah,” She confessed. “Everyone was shaken up by your death, actually. That was back when death actually meant something. Now...” Elle shook her head slowly. “It seems like we’re immune to grief.”
Elle didn’t want to reveal too much. Anya had yet to prove that she was actually Anya and Elle thought that the storytelling would best be left to Xander. He was closer to her than she was.