Anya huffs in resignation and runs a hand through her hair. "Well. Not your fault. I mean, I assume, since you look like you know about as much as I do."

She shoots the... oddly reclusive girl with larangitis...? another, smaller and more sincere smile. "Okay, the good news is that whatever happened almost certainly set of some sensors or doohickies or magical detectors somewhere, so the Avengers probably know something happened, okay? And they'll check it out, probably really quick, so things'll be sorted soon."

She slips a little into "reassuring the civilians" voice, though, because honestly what with everything that's been happening, she's... not actually positive they wouldn't miss whatever blip in magical energies happened when... whatever this is... happened... That thought got away from her a bit. But she's not sure they'd notice, and even if they did, she's not sure they could prioritize it right now. Something she's realizing as she talks to whoever this girl is, but tries very hard not to show.

Nope, it'll totally be fine.

"I'm Anya, by the way. Hi."