When she asked about other races on Azeroth, she had no idea that the list would be quite so long. Each new addition is met with wide-eyed fascination. It's a shame that they all don't get along, but coming from a world with its own clear demarcation of us versus them, she can't pass any judgement. The Horde sound awfully... not human, is all she can think. Trolls, undead, cow people -- which makes her think of the Minotaur, which is too bad, because she'd likely get along quite well with nature-loving cow folks.

It's also hard for her not to smile every time one of her friends interrupts the other. As an only child, sibling relationships are a bit of a mystery to her. It's like they have their own unspoken language, although that expectant look that Anna gives her brother is hard to miss. It keeps Adia from interrupting with another question, letting him take his time to say what he needs to.

Even so, she was not expecting that.

"Really?" She looks up at him in surprise. "Even though you're also a death knight? Which happened first?"

She doesn't seem to find this news disturbing or scary. Perhaps compared to his undead status, being a werewolf is no big deal. Anna's enthusiasm at her family becoming werewolves, too -- well, that throws her for a loop. "You... um?" She fiddles with the clasp of her purse, unsure of what to say. "That seems like a really big change to go through..."