Anya shrugged and sighed as the Draenei walked away, or at least the self aware AI identifying as Draenei. Anya was still curious as to what would happen to it if it was to leave the programming of the Space Bar. Was there an artificial body of sorts somewhere for it? Would it just end up back in its game? These questions faded from thought as Anya realised the barman hadn't returned.

[i]'damn!'[/i] Anya's brows furrowed as she realised her unruly behaviour must have cost her a first level ban. [i]'What's the point of a bar if you can't even get a drink?'[/i] 
Anya tried to logout again. It failed. 
Once again fear crept into her bones. This time stronger than the last. Something was wrong but she didn't know what. With only the robot left Anya spoke to him before making her way out of the building and into the more dangerous streets. 

[color=pink][b]"Reboot yourself man, you look a mess."[/b][/color] She gave a wavering smile as she left doing anything she could to keep her mind from her troubles. She was torn between seeking a distraction and seeking help. The later meant possibly facing things she didn't want to. Maybe the violent streets would give her at least one of those things she sought after.