“If you look really, really close, you’ll see there is a dead pixel in the upper right corner.”

Anya remarked softly after her last comment of the glowing screen, moving her gaze from you to the night “moon.” You follow her eyes, staring at the fake scenery with a slightly confused frown seeping on your expression.

“That so? Hmmmm. … Nope, don’t see it.”

You comment back with a heavy sigh, shrugging indistinctly from your lack of precision to understand Anya’s point.

“In the back of my mind, it’s always there.”

She mumbles under her breath with her expression dampening, a faint sorrow manner overcoming her words. After a few moments of silence, Anya speaks up once more perking up.

“Hey.”

She starts, turning her eyes back to you with her head tilted from her slouched position.

“Why do you think Pony Express put a lock on the medical room door but not in the sleeping quarters?”

She questioned with her eyes drooping down to her stomach, her hand covering the space gingerly before looking back up at you. Her eyes seemed “glossy,” her inquiry seeming to mean something else.