[wanda, of course, can tell that he is lying, but that's something that he's allowed to keep for himself; all the while wanda keeps to herself the fact that she could tell.

she presses at another button—entirely too gently—and watches as lights flicker and sounds arise from the complex machinery.]

Some things are forever irreversible.

[like deaths. which is why wanda could never answer the question about there being a point in time she'd like to return to. caught in a web of delusion and lies, and while that much can stop the pain—it's not really worth all the chaos that comes with it. all that which one may sacrifice.

to lighten the subject, a bit, she looks up at the man.]

Your TARDIS is in my garden, you realize. [not an accusation, nor a complaint. it is also not a question.] Am I going to expect it to be a permanent fixture...?

[er,]

Doctor?

[she's making a guess, given that's what he used earlier.]