The "hq" was really more of a VIP room above the bar, but it was separated enough for Anya to hang out for legal purposes. Well. For purposes that wouldn't require a raid or the barman to throw them out. As Anya tinkered away on her laptop, Skye hung out by their own private bar, swinging back a bottle, half-draining it in one go, before smirking over towards Junior and Dale.<br/><br/>"Sticky Dick?" she repeated. "Shit, any excuse not to be around for that fallout I'm down for."<br/><br/>She chuckled, before focusing on Dale.<br/><br/>"Doing a little research into our accidental mascot?" she asked, sparing a teasing look towards Anya before refocusing. She nodded along quietly, paying attention to the history lesson as best she could.<br/><br/>Anya's commentary from the side did bring a snort and chuckle to Skye, smirking towards her little charge and waggling her eyebrows.<br/><br/>"I'll have to keep that in mind," she cooed, before looking back to Dale. "So. Our little Anya's a refugee from Lythikos. I remember that."