Anna grins. She doesn't even bat an eye at the alien man; she's already met a couple of his kind, after all--

--actually, one of his kind just brutally hanged her, but she won't dwell on that.

"That's so nice of you!" She's already trying to decide which one she likes best. There's a sweet black-and-tan spotted one, and a white-and grey striped one. "Wow, they don't have--faces, do they." She rears her head back. This is so strange. Strange and wonderful.