"I dunno, I might be immune to curses," she murmured, loosening her tail some more. "Stay turned around a minute," she added, the tail pulling away entirely. It only took a thought to change into her human form, so it wasn't as thought Anya had to turn away long.

"Alrighty, Anya, was it? I'm Roze," the young woman barked, stepping into better view. At six feet on her own and wearing four inch stilettos, she was a towering, curvy creature with piles of unnaturally pink hair and dazzling green eyes. A scar across her right cheek was the only thing marring generally magazine-model stats. That and a dark tribal tattoo running down her neck and arm to disappear under her clothes.

"Roze Ichishi...uh...Ichishi-Finklestein? Something like that, never really worked out the details. And I think maybe my consort...er...husband? Details...anyways I think maybe I know how blew everything up and that kinda freaks me out so could you be a peach and maybe say 'Oh no it was totally insert-name-here that did it? That'd be great. Because I'm maybe about to freak out a little."