This was the absolute worst thing that ever could’ve happened to Sassa. Seeing the video that one of the other attendees of the acting intensive she had spent a few weeks in August at had posted online (the one who had beaten her out for the part she wanted, at that), topped off by seeing the less than flattering depiction of herself in the back. There was absolutely no way she could allow it to stay up. After trying to report it with no luck, she sought out Anya, having long heard about their skills with things like this, not to mention printing a fake ID or hacking a grade here or there. Not that Sassa would ever need that last service. As she dropped into the seat across from her at the coffee shop, Sassa's expression extremely solemn, she pulled her phone out to gingerly set it on the table like the very device was contagious from the video. "I need your help," she said, forgoing any greeting or preamble. The situation was dire, after all.