She was... laughing? Anya stares at her, as the laughs subside and the words continue. It was just - different, for Buffy. One of her speeches, but with a different tone. For the first time she really did seem older than she had been when Anya had last seen her - there were four years experience separating them, and Anya knew full well that any amount of time in human years could make a big difference.

How many years had she had before letting herself go back to vengeance, for instance? She had grown, and lost it, and now was trying to go back again on this uneven ground.

"If there's anything I've already learned, it's that Luceti doesn't lend itself toward budding entrepreneurs."

She'd need something else. Something new. And a place to start, before that.