[She glances up, giving him a tight, sharp-edged smile. She knows from deflection.]

I do know it would have been justice, if she were real. But that wasn't the point.

[And then she lets her eyes fall back to her teacup, takes another slow sip, and allows the conversation to lapse into the easier topic he offered.]

Shaken, but all right, I think. I hope. She wasn't badly hurt and she is kind of a hero.

[This smile is as different from the first as could be. Still small, but warm and dear. As far as Anya is concerned, there's no 'kind of' about it.]