Tentatively stepping through the portal (her uncertainty doesn't stem from the belief his portal would be flimsy; she's simply not used to travelling through them, no matter how many she may step through), she ensures to move out of the way so Strange and his cape can sweep in after her.
The Bar with No Doors is strange to be inside. It's exactly as she had imagined it—doorless. Funny how truly literal the name actually is. Wanda's so used to titles and names being, well... either on the nose or simply don't match the person or establishment. But she imagines the lack of doors is to keep those who aren't magical users out. What better way to keep the magical underground a secret than to simply make it impossibly hard for those who aren't magical to enter?
"So, everyone in here is a..." She furrows her brows. Most of the patrons appear so... normal. "I've never seen this many." Wanda's never been around this many magic users ever.
To say Wanda's a touch overwhelmed would be a tiny understatement.
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The Bar with No Doors is strange to be inside. It's exactly as she had imagined it—doorless. Funny how truly literal the name actually is. Wanda's so used to titles and names being, well... either on the nose or simply don't match the person or establishment. But she imagines the lack of doors is to keep those who aren't magical users out. What better way to keep the magical underground a secret than to simply make it impossibly hard for those who aren't magical to enter?
"So, everyone in here is a..." She furrows her brows. Most of the patrons appear so... normal. "I've never seen this many." Wanda's never been around this many magic users ever.
To say Wanda's a touch overwhelmed would be a tiny understatement.