So much, Carol. They have been hanging out so much.

Anya gets herself mostly back together and lets go, dropping down to the ground and casually scrubbing at her face. Ah, Jess, you have given Carol good advice. "...Well, if there's breakfast, I guess I can be awake for another couple hours." She yawns and runs a hand through her hair. (She does not miss detangling.)

"Wait, how'd you know where I live? Did you get, like, x-ray vision while you were in space?"