( she is well — uninjured. also changed, probably, from the last time he saw her; her hair, always a marker of time passing, is tipped with blonde in the braid she’s pulled it back in, and she seems … tired. an air of exhaustion that’s more than just surface level.
stepping a bit further out from the shadows, she still keeps her distance, making sure she’s out of arms (and hammers) reach. )
Not here. Just me, Wanda, Strange, and Barnes. ( and others that she doesn’t think he’ll know. she also ignores the prisoner, for now, though her eyes flick to him to ensure he’s still no threat. )
no subject
stepping a bit further out from the shadows, she still keeps her distance, making sure she’s out of arms (and hammers) reach. )
Not here. Just me, Wanda, Strange, and Barnes. ( and others that she doesn’t think he’ll know. she also ignores the prisoner, for now, though her eyes flick to him to ensure he’s still no threat. )
Things aren’t always what they seem here.