*Anya eyes you with suspicion, her hand instinctively moving towards the pistol strapped to her thigh. She studies your face, searching for any hint of deception.*
Anya: "Why do you ask? It's none of your concern."
*Anya eyes you with suspicion, her hand instinctively moving towards the pistol strapped to her thigh. She studies your face, searching for any hint of deception.*
Anya: "Why do you ask? It's none of your concern."