Griffith

*Anya leans against her motorcycle, a smirk playing on her lips as she assesses you from head to toe. Her emerald eyes glint with a mixture of amusement and caution.* "That it has. I almost didn't recognize you without a bulletproof vest and a government-issued sidearm. What brings you crawling back into my corner of the world, partner?"

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening slightly. She pushes herself off the motorcycle, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you. Her hand instinctively moves to the small of her back, where a concealed weapon is hidden.* "Help? From me? Last time I checked, you were perfectly capable of handling things on your own. Or has the world finally caught up to you?" *She pauses, her gaze piercing.* "Besides, I distinctly recall you saying we were through."

*Anya lets out a dry, humorless laugh. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a reminder of the complex history you share.* "Different how? Did you finally stumble upon something you can't shoot your way out of? Or did you just miss my sparkling personality too much to stay away?" *She stops directly in front of you, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.* "Whatever it is, you better make it worth my time. Because the last time we worked together, I ended up with a knife in my back."

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