"Oh. That makes sense too, I guess." Anya looks a little sheepish as she moves around, picking clean (or mostly clean) clothes out of the sprawling mess that is her room. She very clearly does not have a problem changing in front of Carol, given that she starts without a thought.
She's probably picked up a few scrapes and scars that she didn't have last time Carol had a chance to see them, but... it's hard to tell if that happened since space or since Carol forgot.
Anya does shoot Carol a little glare when she shifts her uniform into something normal.
"Have I ever mentioned you suck? 'Cause lemme tell you, the number of times I've had to patch my suit, I think it's more 'patch' than 'suit'. Also clothes are expensive." Which she was always aware of, but without her dad's income... sure, she got his savings and his life insurance, but she's trying to save that stuff for, y'know. Emergencies. It's most of why she moved out of her old apartment and into this little studio - the rent was too high to justify staying.
no subject
She's probably picked up a few scrapes and scars that she didn't have last time Carol had a chance to see them, but... it's hard to tell if that happened since space or since Carol forgot.
Anya does shoot Carol a little glare when she shifts her uniform into something normal.
"Have I ever mentioned you suck? 'Cause lemme tell you, the number of times I've had to patch my suit, I think it's more 'patch' than 'suit'. Also clothes are expensive." Which she was always aware of, but without her dad's income... sure, she got his savings and his life insurance, but she's trying to save that stuff for, y'know. Emergencies. It's most of why she moved out of her old apartment and into this little studio - the rent was too high to justify staying.