Anya only gives a cursory glance over the other confused people around her before stepping forward a few steps to get her bearings. This is not New York. This is not anywhere she recognizes. She kind of hates that she's in civvies - the uniform seems to give her an air of authority even when people have no idea who she is.

Still, it's not like she actually wants to take charge. She just wants to figure out what happened and where she is.

"Excuse me," she says, trying to stop a passing pedestrian who seems to have no intention of stopping. "Excu-- hey! C'mon!" She throws her hands up and mutters under her breath in Spanish before turning back to the nearest fellow-new-person with a big smile. "Well, we're probably screwed! You have any idea where we are?"