[there's a rhythm of recognition in his face when she mentions sokovia, but he veers away from it entirely. wanda can surmise why, truth be told, but it gives way to a familiarity there, because it seems pretty routine for any of these americans who hold semblance of similarity to her own world to not recognize her home at all.

a thread there, if vague.

displaced, perhaps? wanda doesn't know enough about chicago to have anything to say for it, other than raising her brow in light amusement.]

I take it Chicago is not farmland and goats. [not everyone is a fan.] Thorne or the Free Cities might be more your rhythm. [she doesn't know where he's been pulled into. she motions over at the portals with her hands.] Do you want to try, anyway?