Wanda follows him, looking around as she does so. She wants to take it all in, and absorb it so that it feels familiar to her. It makes sense to her as to why he picked this corner; seeing the entrance is important. Despite being able to read the minds of anyone, Wanda's always preferred having her back to the wall and her face towards the door. There's always the opportunity to miss out on the one voice that's too quiet and subtle and dangerous.

She sits opposite him and rests her elbows against the table, steepling her fingers together. She rests her chin on her hands and surveys the bar from this angle. She can see almost everything from this corner. Does every other corner have the same vantage point? A part of her is hopeful she'll be able to find out.

With her gaze lingering on the bar, she smiles a touch sheepishly. "Will you judge me if I say wine? I know it's boring, but it's how I judge a place. If it has good wine..." She comes back.

It'd been something fun she'd employed when sneaking around with Vision before, well... everything. It's a piece of that time she likes to keep active and in her embrace.