[ Wanda is, for lack of a better word - shaken. Before her abrupt arrival, she'd been isolated, hidden away in a small cabin in Sokovia, preventing herself from causing any further damage. She needed to learn to harness her powers, to learn more about herself about the magic that flows in her veins.

That, however, has been interrupted, it seems.

The introduction has Wanda nonplussed, stunned into silence at the introduction and the forced drill, but after she's released and able to move around, she finds herself unable to fly any further than the tallest funnel, hitting what seems to be an invisible barrier.

So there is no escape, it seems.

Wanda has, at the very least, learned not to let her fury and grief get the best of her, so the ship is not ensconced in a sitcom hellscape. Instead, she listlessly explores, hands dangling by her sides, red leather coat draped over body and shoulders.

The most peculiar thing that has happened yet, though, occurs when a black cable winds itself around her ankle, not letting her go any farther, instead urging her to Chatterbox. Wanda tries, to no avail, to remove the thing with her powers, and when that doesn't work and more cables show up, she scowls and gives up, because she has no interest in being choked to death by strange black cords.

So. It's karaoke time, apparently. ]

[ Growing up, ice cream had been a special occasion treat, something that wasn't an every day - or even monthly - occurrence. So when she stumbles across Scoops, a little piece of her stirs in glee, and she has to stop and take a look at the flavors, though that last one has her hesitating because Long Pig??

She pulls a disgusted face, a hand up, red tendrils of power licking at her fingertips. ]

That is disgusting.