[Jean lands a few feet away, and even feeling Anya's uncertainty, apprehension, she can't help but grin.
She's here. She's real. She's alive. It's difficult, not to just rush over and embrace her, but there'll be time for that later. Once they've figured everything out.
So she just walks, letting her bags drift out of her arms and float beside her.]
How do you feel? [It's often a useless question, at least diagnostically, but Anya - she's sharply analytical, keenly self aware.]
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She's here. She's real. She's alive. It's difficult, not to just rush over and embrace her, but there'll be time for that later. Once they've figured everything out.
So she just walks, letting her bags drift out of her arms and float beside her.]
How do you feel? [It's often a useless question, at least diagnostically, but Anya - she's sharply analytical, keenly self aware.]