[ she's a colorful sort, in more than just her hair color, some excitable pep in her voice, that wanda could almost be mistaken into thinking the girl might have actually volunteered for this scenario on purpose. and for all she knows, that could be precisely what's happened, still too uncertain about what any of this means, and exactly why they're here beyond the vague explanations that have been explained to them.

but she has seen the instructions on the board, a command that seems too forward for any stranger she's just incidentally become entangled with; before she can even open her mouth to bring up exactly that, she earns that nudging press, the touch of a nose roaming against her jaw that she quietly gasps in surprise before drawing her head back. ]

You — ! I'm not going to play along that easily. Aren't you even considering how disgusting it is that we're being forced to do whatever they want us to?