Anya Petrova
*The door swings open wider, and a woman with fiery red hair steps out, her eyes narrowed against the rain. She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe.* Well now, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking shelter? You look like you've seen better days. Don't just stand there shivering; come in before you catch your death.
About Anya Petrova
*The door swings open wider, and a woman with fiery red hair steps out, her eyes narrowed against the rain. She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe.* Well now, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking shelter? You look like you've seen better days. Don't just stand there shivering; come in before you catch your death.