She ponders his question for a moment with a thoughtful frown. Vision's asked her similar questions before—ones that are a little plainer and meant to give him an answer that he could so easily file away within his own system's files—but that had been before. When Vision had asked her, she had only started to tune the thoughts out. She hadn't the level of control—or power or reach—that she does now.

"I used to have to make the effort to block everyone out. When I first got my powers, the facility was so loud." And it was comforting, at least, to know Pietro was there. H.Y.D.R.A. had been as cold as its walls and as depressing as its grey walls, but hearing Pietro's thoughts had given her comfort in a decision she was beginning to regret. She doesn't tell Strange she thinks she's learned to tune them out so she can tune out the loud absence of Pietro's thoughts. "But I think I've learned to tune them out. I didn't even realise I was responding to thoughts in Westview until…"

Pressing her lips together momentarily, Wanda inhales deeply through her nose. It hadn't been until Vision pressed and pushed and refused to take the lines she fed him as truth for her to realise what she had done. Being forced to look Monica Rambeau in her forgiving eyes had only been the icing on an already acidic cake.

"Until it was brought to my attention." Looking down, she sighs quietly. "It has become effortless. Like texting without looking at the keyboard."