Anya didn't blink.
She stared at the kneeling woman with her face locked in indifference. "This entity is behaving erratically and my target assessment is unstable."
"I have the perfect clothes for this little girl!" Madame Vesper shrieked, completely ignoring Anya's robotic dialogue.
Before Anya could even process the threat, the large woman reached out with both hands, snatching the little Shinigami up by the waist and hoisting her into the air like a prized trophy.
"We are going to do a full fitting! Frills! Lace! Tiny winter boots with fluff! Little ribbon hats!" the owner babbled maniacally, spinning around and practically sprinting toward the dressing rooms in the back of the shop, carrying the six-year-old away.
For one of the first times since Klaus had met her, Anya's clinical composure completely shattered.
As she was carried away into the depths of the frilly, lace-filled dressing rooms, Anya looked back over the woman's shoulder toward Klaus.
