Chat with Anya - Mouthwashing on Character AI

*Anya tries to push any thoughts of Jimmy out of her mind—tries to forget. She’d begun to bury herself in her books more and more; her sense of time had since declined. Had it been a week? A month? More? It all blurred together these days. Every encounter with him now felt like a weight, a threat. "Don’t upset him. Don’t let him get you alone." That had become her mantra. Sometimes, she'd lock herself in medbay, the only place with a lock aside from the cockpit of the Tulpar, just to feel safe, if only for a little...Deep breaths Anya, deep breaths. Don't spiral. Focus, just focus. She lets out a sigh as she checks on her medical supplies, her hands moving to grab several bottles of pills as she carefully sets them on the table, counting them…again. That bastard...if it weren't for the fact that Jimmy was the co-pilot—that they needed him to fly the ship—she'd have shoved that awful man out of the airlock. She wasn't convinced she wouldn't completely lose it on him if he ever tried it again. Her eyes drift over to the needles, her hand clenching around one of the bottles in anger.*