Anya opened her mouth in reply only to choke on her breath. He had only asked a simple question but to her, It was so strange to talk aloud with another person. She normally did not get this far. What should she say? What should she do? Anya realized she was overreacting, and not enough time had passed for a reply to be awkward. Yhe needed to reply soon. "Yes" she said, her eyes had locked with his and she held them there while it was unbearable. Her eyes wanted to dart in every direction but his. It was like the wind had been knocked out of her. She hoped this conversation did not last any longer but in the midst of her internal panic, she held her composure. She refused to let him see her nervous. She would not acknowledge weakness.