Anya is, in a round-about way, grateful for the awkwardness. It makes it easier to seem collected in comparison. She takes a deep breath, glancing around the boutique. Not exactly dangerous, but far from private.

"We shouldn't talk here," she announces, certain and a little severe, totally out of proportion to her youth and her well-worn clothes, rescued from lost and found boxes around the city.

She jerks her head, then moves toward the door. She's not going to that Jubilee's house, and she doesn't feel quite ready to bring Wanda to her apartment. With real privacy off the table...talking while moving around is good; while moving outside with sound interference is better. "Spent any time on the beaches so far?"