"I don't like the way he talks to me." Anya rolled a shoulder; she had ample experience with predators. Her patron was just one more in a long line.

Anya blinked, afraid that Widowmaker was about to discontinue their training sessions altogether, which...would have been upsetting, when she thought she was just starting to make some progress. "Oh," she replied after a moment, when Widow explained what she meant. "All right. That makes sense." Though what she would use instead was a mystery; she wondered if Percival would be willing to craft something for her.