Anya laughs, her nose wrinkling a little. "Wow, that was dumb. Yeah, I moved out of there a while ago. Not long after I got back to New York, actually. Rocky transferred to Harvard, and I didn't feel like finding another roommate."

It was kind of... heavy, though. Leaving that apartment for good. She and her dad had searched so hard for the perfect apartment, spent so much time deciding what they'd do with it when they finally moved in. It was the last place she'd seen her Papá alive, too.

But that was the past, and in the present? She has pancakes and coffee with her favorite Avenger to enjoy.

"So... what'd you do out there, anyway? Flirt with any cute aliens?"