[ she raises a brow at the woman's suggestion; wanda notes the lack of a line on her neck, something she's made note of between the various others she's come to meet, the divide of privilege and the lack of it. but if there's any other sign she's meant to find to separate the two more distinctively, she doesn't find it. because there's something of kindness when she's urged to sit beside her, a disregard for whatever rules they're meant to be following.
wanda's hesitant for a moment, lips curling against her teeth in brief thought. ] Are you sure?
[ but the debate is brief, instincts of her own far too inclined towards ignoring the suggestions of authority, and so she steps forward, moving to take the seat beside her as she offers back her own grateful smile. ]
You could get yourself into trouble, you know. For helping me. That's what they say, anyway.
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wanda's hesitant for a moment, lips curling against her teeth in brief thought. ] Are you sure?
[ but the debate is brief, instincts of her own far too inclined towards ignoring the suggestions of authority, and so she steps forward, moving to take the seat beside her as she offers back her own grateful smile. ]
You could get yourself into trouble, you know. For helping me. That's what they say, anyway.