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Anya simply laughed at the Gandolf wannabe threatning to burn her, "Uh huh." She replied. She arched a brow at what he said last, [i]What kind of weird masochist did I end up in here with..[/i] she thought to herself, sighing. "I'm Anya, and no, you can stick to your weird fantasies by yourself, thanks." She told Dewey pointedly. She then turned to Robin who asked her to help him. "Alright." She told him, shrugging. Walking over she was intent on picking him up, but then Dewey continued to push the matter of her being a weak little girl. She stared at him blankly with an annoyed expression on her face, walked over to one of the dumpsters, and after a bit of straining ripped the lid off and tossed it down the alley like a frisbee.

"You were saying, Merlin?" She asked him, glaring at him. "And no, I haven't seen anyone else here. It's possible there is more than just us though." She added. She then turned to Robin, "As for you, I suppose I could carry you, if you want. So you don't have to hop around on one leg like a flamingo." She told him, a bit amused at the picture of her carrying a grown man around.