At Anya’s sudden reaction the woman tilted her head back slightly and let out a surprised startling laugh. Seemingly both delighted and amused by Anya’s reply she laughed longer and louder than was necessary or required.
Catching her breath and composure she slyly reply’s, malice filling her stone cold gaze.

[color=purple]”Oh poor mistaken dear, nothing here is yours.”[/color] A sudden ‘Snap’ rings out like the clicking of fingers although the woman hardly seemed to move. However, the sound had caused Clayton to move. He lunged feircly at Anya, grabbing at her wrist and or drink vial.