[It is none other than stubborn Stephen Strange, of course. And Wanda was right about everything else — aware but ignoring the ravens, circumventing the forest altogether with his trusted cloak, which now rests comfortably at his back in patchwork red, as always. He stands in front of the door with the same kind of confidence of a man invited, even if this… isn’t necessarily the case.

Besides, he thinks it’s fine. It’s not a social visit, but one meant to touch base regarding their supply meet-up in the near future — just swing by, confirm a few details, and be on his merry way. At least, this is the intent.

Is the door closed? Then he knocks. Does she swing it open when he does? Then there he is, with his slanted smile and usual wry tone, proclaiming-]

Wanda. Though I’d swing by, see what you’ve done with the place. [no shit] Shore up a few details about the supply exchange. [Spreads his hands.] Would have given you a heads-up, but…

[Trails off. But he’s nosy as hell and didn’t think to.]

You don’t mind, do you?