Anya opens her bright eyes wide as she hears a loud ruckus behind her...the sound of something crashing into her cart?  The blonde bimbo human was hires entertainment for the trip...a dancer, though her actual role went much beyond that of course.  Sitting in her frilly and ruffled wagon, she was content to be left alone.  Currently on her knees she looked over her should, flipping some platinum hair out of her line of sight and toward the stangly dresses girl behin her... In her cart!  "What is the meaning of this?  Who do you think you are?  What are you doing in my wagon?"