[ Marveling briefly at the display, Sam is reminded in some manner of the magic he'd witnessed his grandfather practicing. He knows, maybe better than most, that there are all types of magic (or magical outcomes) and while he might have been considerably more wary of Wanda's actions in a different setting, he can't pass on knowing he'd probably be in some fairly deep trouble if it hadn't been for her. Call it a bit selfish, but it helps a guy's opinion when he's not finding himself caged for his aggressors versus saved from them.
Clearing his throat, doing all he can to wipe away the clear impression she's left, Sam turns back the other direction, forgoing the urge to touch the walls she'd created. Whether they're solid or not, they look like they'll do the trick and he doesn't dare waste the time she's bought for them. ]
Yeah, I can do that. This way.
[ Feeling fairly confident, perhaps foolishly, Sam forges ahead like his height affords him a better view of where they might go. He only glances over when he knows he won't go walking head-first into anyone while rounding a corner. ]
I'm guessing you're just visiting, too. Where do you live?
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Clearing his throat, doing all he can to wipe away the clear impression she's left, Sam turns back the other direction, forgoing the urge to touch the walls she'd created. Whether they're solid or not, they look like they'll do the trick and he doesn't dare waste the time she's bought for them. ]
Yeah, I can do that. This way.
[ Feeling fairly confident, perhaps foolishly, Sam forges ahead like his height affords him a better view of where they might go. He only glances over when he knows he won't go walking head-first into anyone while rounding a corner. ]
I'm guessing you're just visiting, too. Where do you live?