“ you’ve got to come out of there some time. ” she’s less than amused, her head tilted as she pokes her head into sanctum’s workshop. braving the new, peculiar world on her own should have earned anya some recompense    she trusted none of these unfamiliar faces and it showed. she reached out gently, deft fingers sliding across metal as she glanced at it with scrutiny. she couldn’t understand how this was raven’s choice of sanctuary but she imagines it’s what is expected of someone who once lived in a metal box in the sky.
“ where will you sleep? ” the question is posed with a lifted brow before she quickly gestures at one of the bikes. “ on one of these... things? ”Â
@zeroged,  starter call.
