[ since she's arrived, everything has seemed somewhat out of place, and even if she hadn't been explained the situation here, the timeline of this place's history, wanda might have still been able to tell that the timing of everything here certainly didn't match the one she had come from.
still, nothing is quite as out of place as the woman who eventually arrives to the safehouse with a meal, her own eyes more on the woman's attire than the food that she brings in, as if perhaps she could somehow piece together the reasoning behind it — she can't. ]
A little. [ it's spoken politely, but the look in her eyes is clear that she's starving, not recalling the last time she's had a decent meal. ]
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still, nothing is quite as out of place as the woman who eventually arrives to the safehouse with a meal, her own eyes more on the woman's attire than the food that she brings in, as if perhaps she could somehow piece together the reasoning behind it — she can't. ]
A little. [ it's spoken politely, but the look in her eyes is clear that she's starving, not recalling the last time she's had a decent meal. ]
Are you ... the cook here?