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She nodded emphatically, going over to the bed and pulling out an unmarked white bag, going into the bathroom and shutting the door.
(Zoop?)
"She did," she said with a nod. "She said you'd really like them. I don't know, though."
Something that may have been a smile crossed her lips. "Don't be rude."
"I'll show you," she told him. "Juliet said you'd like them. She laughed when she said it though. She had a weird look on her face."
She pursed her lips. "You're annoying."
"They are very soft, Baze," she said enthusiastically. "Like Digit soft."
She raised an eyebrow, squinting at him.
"Not terribly," she admitted. "But I got a new sleeping clothing. Juliet helped me!"
"This is childish."
She followed him, taking his hand gently.
"You don't know what I'm thinking."
She frowned, looking down at Digit, who was already asleep. "I think he'll be okay."
She frowned, tilting her head curiously. "I don't expect you to open up to me."
Digit curled up on his bed and Anya gave him a look. "What I like is that you're asking me about this when this is your ship."
Her glare softened and she looked bewildered. "Why are you sorry?"
She pursed her lips with a frown before looking over at him. "Okay," she said quietly, standing up.
She glared at him. "Right."
She softened, obviously enamored. "Oh..." Just then, the radio overhead interrupted them. "Curfew is now in effect. Everyone, please return...
She pursed her lips, crossing her arms. "Fine."
