"I am Anya," she responded, resting her head back against the seat. "And yes, my clothes are, for the most part, quite comfortable."

She shot a glare in the direction of the front of the bus, where the nurses seemed to have gathered. "Except for the bunny." Bitterly, she allowed the hoodie to fall open, revealing the fact that her t-shirt wasn't just plain gray: it was gray with a bright yellow portent of fluffy doom on it.