[something wanda would like to ask is how she ends up getting roped in these kind of things. out in nocwich, hoping to run a quick and simple errand just about turns into becoming someone else's "accomplice" for... well, nothing nefarious, thankfully, but it does probably involve more money than what wanda knows what to do with.

she glances at the woman she's found attached to her arm, in a display of familiarity, and tries to pull away just slightly.

sorry, harley, wanda's just a bit of an introvert.]

The way you had to say it was hard-earned feels like you're trying to convince me it was. [just a light jest. she's not entirely unawares of social cues, at least.] Wanda Maximoff.

—got your eye on anything in particular?