[oh, is it considered to be in bad taste if she laughs under her breath at the provided description of tony? she tries to stifle it down quickly enough, pressing her lips tightly together.]
That sounds very much like him.
[like he's always got somewhere to be, even though there isn't anything here for him. though it's a little sad, if she thinks about it, because it all probably stems from the fact that he's stuck in this placeβsome kind of dead-limboβwhile he yearns to reunite with his wife and daughter, and knows he can't.]
We're from the same world. [she clarifies.] Worked together, kind of.
[in the end, whatever tony has or hasn't revealed about himself in this world is none of her business. amos, on the other hand, introduces himself by name and job. mechanic. she smiles a bit more soberly.]
Wanda. [a nod, and then a slow sip of her cup.] We had aliens invade us from space, and that is the closest I've been to not being on Earth.
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That sounds very much like him.
[like he's always got somewhere to be, even though there isn't anything here for him. though it's a little sad, if she thinks about it, because it all probably stems from the fact that he's stuck in this placeβsome kind of dead-limboβwhile he yearns to reunite with his wife and daughter, and knows he can't.]
We're from the same world. [she clarifies.] Worked together, kind of.
[in the end, whatever tony has or hasn't revealed about himself in this world is none of her business. amos, on the other hand, introduces himself by name and job. mechanic. she smiles a bit more soberly.]
Wanda. [a nod, and then a slow sip of her cup.] We had aliens invade us from space, and that is the closest I've been to not being on Earth.