She's grateful for the demon in Bermuda pants. Their timing is impeccable. She stares at him in amused wonderment as he easily strides through the bar without so much as turning too many eyes and exudes a confidence Wanda hopes to one day embody herself.
Letting her eyes linger on the demon, she grants herself a few moments to even process Strange's question.
She doesn't turn her head towards him, knowing if she does, she'll lie.
"Occasionally."
Pressing her lips together, Wanda steeples her fingers and presses her pinkies against her tiki cup. She looks down at it.
"But when I realise I can, I put myself in what feels like water. I can hear them as though I am at the bottom of a pool." Not that she's been in many pools. Thankfully her rendezvous with Vision had given her that experience.
She looks up at him, figuring she needs to in order to keep his trust. With a small smile, she shrugs sheepishly, "I would rather get to know you from what you choose to tell me than what you don't realise I'm taking."
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Letting her eyes linger on the demon, she grants herself a few moments to even process Strange's question.
She doesn't turn her head towards him, knowing if she does, she'll lie.
"Occasionally."
Pressing her lips together, Wanda steeples her fingers and presses her pinkies against her tiki cup. She looks down at it.
"But when I realise I can, I put myself in what feels like water. I can hear them as though I am at the bottom of a pool." Not that she's been in many pools. Thankfully her rendezvous with Vision had given her that experience.
She looks up at him, figuring she needs to in order to keep his trust. With a small smile, she shrugs sheepishly, "I would rather get to know you from what you choose to tell me than what you don't realise I'm taking."