[wanda had seen jack around before, in a previous wave of summoned, amidst the crowd of people, standing out like a sore thumb for his lack of — well, skin. he is strange, but not terrifying. at least in wanda's opinion. she glances up at him when he approaches, one or two kids stumbling back and onto the bench to stay close to wanda.

some shrieking, but no intense need for escape. some of the kids, though they move in surprise, do stare at him in awe. it's the younger kids that are unnerved.]

You're — Jack, right?

[he had won the shawl she had stitched together with her magic back in a previous raffle at the drunken lamb. wanda tries to stand, but the kids grab at her sleeves to keep her from doing so.

sitting it is. she looks back at the kids.]

It's not polite to stare, is it?

No, miss Wanda...

What do we say when people say hello to us?

Hello back! [their response is enthused, and then there's a choir of braver, less intimidated greetings, wanda helping them out with affixing a name to the individual before them.] Hello, mister Jack!

[satisfied, wanda turns back to him, the children relaxing.]

I'm Wanda. I don't think we've quite met yet.

[and while she's not answering his question of being of some assistance just yet, she is not against him joining them.]