[ following through with his welcoming gesture to take a seat with him, wanda doesn't have necessarily have anywhere to go either, still fairly resistant to leave the few places she's come to know here. even if she'd arrived earlier than peter had, she doesn't actually know it any better, her time in the aerie interfering and making her still feel like a lost stranger.

even something as simple as a conversation with a friend gives her more purpose than she's had in days. ]

So, you know, then. [ her voice is quiet, not necessarily sure if this should even be secretive or not. ] About the different ... worlds? — that people come from? Meeting people you know but they're not ... themselves. Not the way you would know them, anyway.