[@Tracyarmav][@xxrhoo] Anya stared at the man, who was clearly not buying her cover story. She took the paper with her free hand and stared wide eyed at it. Damn. Maybe...maybe he was another Hunter? Those seemed to be springing up like wild-fire after all. She turned around with a sigh, keeping her arm in full pace with her body and holstered the knife. "I see..well..as good a time as any I suppose." Anya spoke nervously, either he was a Hunter to come speak with her, or he was a Hunter coming to kill her for whatever reason.

She sat on the couch offering him a place beside her, "Please, shut the door on your way in mister." She spoke, keeping up the child act while the door was open and there was a possibility of being heard. 

Her mind raced with thoughts. How did he get information on her? How did he find her address, down to her very apartment number even? What did he want with her? She'd hear him out before making a decision on whether or not he should live. Something didn't add up. If he had such detailed information on her, he could've simply killed her the moment he opened the door.

"So..what can I do for you?" She spoke, watching him as he entered the room. "Want some tea, coffee, food of any kind?" She was nice to guests, those wishing to kill her or otherwise. It helped with her charm ability, after all.