She smiles down at her drink. Holding it up, she tilts her head to the side as she studies the face that her cup wears. At first, it looks angry, but upon closer inspection, it simply looks… well, a little drunk from this angle. Perhaps it's all about perspective. Maybe Strange looks at the tiki drink and thinks it looks like a face that's tasted a sour lemon.
Once again, she's experiencing something new. Wine drunk from something that isn't a see-through glass is bound to be an experience.
Placing her wine down on the table without taking a sip, she glances around as if expecting the entire bar to simply stare at her. They aren't. No one is, no one other than Strange.
She's caught him looking at her a few times with what she feels is a pensive expression. Initially, she'd thought he was waiting for her to attack him. Slip into his mind, change a thought or two, and without remorse effortlessly control him as she had the people of Westview. But she's since learned that Strange doesn't look at her with distrust.
It'd be easy to understand why he's looking at her, but Wanda doesn't wish to take what doesn't belong to her.
"And if someone was to project their own drinks?" She looks to the bar and wonders if they can sense her thoughts. She doubts it. She'd like to think she'd be able to discern if someone was trying to pry deeper into her mind for more than just her drink order. "I feel that would be rude," she mumbles. Still looking at the bar, she presses her lips together in thought. "Maybe it will be nice to be able to come here and be near someone like me."
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Once again, she's experiencing something new. Wine drunk from something that isn't a see-through glass is bound to be an experience.
Placing her wine down on the table without taking a sip, she glances around as if expecting the entire bar to simply stare at her. They aren't. No one is, no one other than Strange.
She's caught him looking at her a few times with what she feels is a pensive expression. Initially, she'd thought he was waiting for her to attack him. Slip into his mind, change a thought or two, and without remorse effortlessly control him as she had the people of Westview. But she's since learned that Strange doesn't look at her with distrust.
It'd be easy to understand why he's looking at her, but Wanda doesn't wish to take what doesn't belong to her.
"And if someone was to project their own drinks?" She looks to the bar and wonders if they can sense her thoughts. She doubts it. She'd like to think she'd be able to discern if someone was trying to pry deeper into her mind for more than just her drink order. "I feel that would be rude," she mumbles. Still looking at the bar, she presses her lips together in thought. "Maybe it will be nice to be able to come here and be near someone like me."