A problem Anya had realized for herself when people had the gall to rebuff her during her possessed pricing spree. Some were okay with it at the time, but she doubted that she could consider Rapunzel a contact. Shikamaru... seemed okay, but there he was, running a store for conveniences without anything to show for it. And then there was Jack, the Bar, and ... well, Buffy herself.

And what did Anya really want? Safety, security, belonging ... but still being herself. Things she wouldn't ever ask for, all save the last. And she had tried.

"They always do, I guess." She lowers her folded arms with a shrug and looks off to the side window.