Anya's smile had slowly shifted from simply intrigued to  humorously amused as the affairs of the newcomer played out. As he sat next to her curiosity swelled inside her. She sat with a tall proper posture, and exuded soft feminine wiles. This thing was not what she was expecting or hoping for but just maybe he would do.

[color=8882be][i]“-human.  I am Drone 415Q Orbix, but many find it easier to refer to me by my unique identifier, Ishal.-“[/i][/color]
[color=pink]"Ishal, pleasure to meet you."[/color] she replies softly in gentle tone. [color=pink]"My name is Sharahisha."[/color] she lies without effort or thought, daintily holding out her hand in greeting.

[i][color=8882be]“I too bleed when I am stabbed.”[/color][/i] In her eyes one might see the small laughter she holds back from her lips.
[color=pink]"That's good to know honey, thanks. I'll remembers that.[/color] somehow she spoke with full sincerity. Even though there eyes only caught briefly between her signalling the android for a refill.

 “[i][color=8882be]Could I eat your.."[/color][/i] Anya's jaw slightly tensed and her brow furrowed as she hung in suspense of the creatures next words. 
[i][color=8882be]"Bar mat?”[/color][/i]

Before she could reply another had stepped in. A tall woman heavily clothed. She gave no introduction but quickly offered aid. Perhaps from habit, nature or simply to impress. It was easy to give away and use items here in this Virtual World as you didn't really lose them in the real world. 

Without realisation Anya had already calculated the total worth of this woman's medical supplies and was thoroughly impressed. While the patch of spread blood on her top looked bad, the bleeding had already stopped. 
Suddenly feeling subconscious about her visible and attention drawing wound, she zips up her jacket, just managing to conceal it.

[Color=pink]"Oh, thanks but no thanks. I don't plan on hanging around long enough for it to be an issue... I'm more worried about the [i]real me[/i] out there.[/color] she says with a soft flick of her head to the entrance doors. She slipped in just enough of a slight sad undertone of self worry to hopefully pique curiosity and sympathy. 

This is why she was here.