"Uh, yeah? Madam G, Madam Gen, MG," she starts, counting off her nicknames on her fingers. "Everyone's got one. Baus, MK, NM, Thea." Anna sure sounds casual enough about it, except when she thinks on one in particular and a heaviness creeps in. "Everyone but Her." No need to dwell on it too much, though—this is a party, and she doesn't think Madam G would appreciate other Pthumerians taking center stage in anyone's conversations.

"Anyway, you're definitely coming out of your shell a lot more. Just the whole vibe of the place, or do you have, like, good news about Rubes, or what?" The extroversion, though, it's almost intoxicating in its own right. It's a good look on Ange, and Anna's pretty happy with it herself. "If you have good news about your relationship, legally you have to tell me. As whatever the fuck Oscar made me to you guys when he started talking about adoption papers."