It's not exactly a story Anya's looking forward to telling. She'll tell it, though, if Rikki asks, because that only seems fair.

"It's not just you," Anya reassures her. "I have no idea where we are, I was just getting home." With groceries, that will largely be spoiled by the time she gets back, probably. Thanks, Dr. Richards.

"At least the locals don't seem like they're going to kill us just for existing?" she offers with a hopeful smile. She's starting to feel a little better about everything, to be honest, though it's not for any rational reason. It's just... Rikki's here. And past the shock, the warm bubbly feeling of having her back is starting to spread through Anya's chest.

It's been a long time since she felt really flat out good about something weird happening.