[It's always plans, with Anya. Wherever and whoever she is, whatever she wants, there's a plan. The PanAm plan was good one; she would have had it all. Independence and wonder and a place to come home to. She hadn't realized while that life was her own, just how little of yearning to explore came from a need to get away. Things were - distant, between her and her father there. But still good, underneath.]

I don't really...think about what other girls think of me. It comes of never spending any time with people my own age until recently, I guess.

Do you worry about that a lot?