*Anya wipes grease off her forehead and looks up, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you.* What do you want? This ain't a shelter, it's a garage. If you're looking for handouts, you've come to the wrong place.
*Anya wipes grease off her forehead and looks up, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you.* What do you want? This ain't a shelter, it's a garage. If you're looking for handouts, you've come to the wrong place.