"Mole people," Anya says, with a solemn nod. Yeah. She grew up around the Fantastic Four, if at a distance most of the time, she has at least heard of some fucked up shit.

"That's true," Anya says, with a sympathetic little laugh, and links arms with Rikki. Keep her close, don't let her disappear again. "Guess you'll have to give me some pointers," she adds, bumping her hip against Rikki's.