Anastasia sat in her corner sketching in her journal, some newer construct she'd like to put together. Five empty pints of Talenti Salted Caramel Truffle next to her, and an almost empty sixth one in hand. This desert was the only thing keeping her going these days, savoring every last bite as she finished the one in hand. She was about to open her seventh, when Roy walked in with his entourage of personnel.

When asked to go to the couches, Ana sighed before slowly crept to the couch, trying to sit as far away from everyone else as she could. Now opening the seventh pint and starting to eat. Cautiously eyeing Roy and the others sitting in the couches.

"I'd rather stay far away from water in general." She softly whispered.