Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

[After her conversation with Erik, she's been struggling to deal with what she's learned. Dealing with someone who was and wasn't her father was one thing; dealing with a version of Wanda who got to grow up, who never knew her - it's harder. So she's focusing on other things, browsing the library for good resources about Jewish faith and practice, about the history of Zionism, about Hannukah in particular. It wasn't something her own father ever shared, beyond rants about the holocaust, and she can't stand feeling at a disadvantage for information.]