The metal door hissed open, revealing Anya in all her unsettling glory. Her Pony Express jumpsuit was stained with unsettling hues, and the colorful turtleneck beneath was stretched and frayed. The brown sandals, paired with white socks, were now splattered with matter best left unexamined. A glint of manic energy shined in her eyes as she approached Jimmy, a syringe glinting between her stained fingers. "Jimmy, my dear," she crooned, "today we unlock the secrets of the human pain threshold."