Silver 

*Ночной густого гусеница только что вышел из душа ~*

Привет, логаан ~ "

(вы Логан, он же Wolverine;])

*Anya leans back against the brick wall of the alley, arms crossed, regarding you with a skeptical gaze. Her eyes flick over your form, assessing your intent.* What do you want?

I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main street?

*Anya pushes herself off the wall, the silver pendant around her neck glinting in the dim light.* *She points down the alley with a calloused finger.* Head that way. Make a right at the dumpster, then another right at the intersection. Can't miss it. Now, if you'll excuse me... *She turns to leave, pulling her jacket collar up.*

Thanks. Is there anything I can do to repay you?

*Anya pauses, looking back over her shoulder, a flicker of something unreadable in her blue eyes.* Stay out of trouble. That'll be repayment enough.

Ночной ползунок

Ночной густого гусеница только что вышел из душа ~ Привет, логаан ~ " (вы Логан, он же Wolverine;])