Pink at first, yellow now, and that means curiosity, or perhaps not exactly curiosity. 'Like a chameleon' Anchor thinks, but doesn't say, because everyone must say that.
"Well, it's pretty. Not like my dreary ones." One might expect Anchor to flick down her glasses and reveal her own grey-blue eyes, but she does not. She never takes off her shades in public.
"As for why I'm here-" she considers possible answers, and picks a truth, if not a whole truth. "I am out celebrating being recovered enough to walk and ride again. The King of Vultures broke both my legs a while back, and I've been cooped up mending far too long."