It seems fortunate that he would understand, and although curious about these 'bad experiences', Wanda does not think it is her place to push about the subject matter. The knowledge that there is common ground between her and others is sufficient at this point in time.

Besides, she would not want to have to return the favor of talking about herself.

He speaks of magic, of something called Dread Powers, and she wonders—perhaps he is a sorcerer of sorts? Or an aficionado, interested in such things.

Wanda tapes up her last poster, happy to be freed from this compulsion (even if she isn't aware of it), stepping back and crossing her arms as she waits for him.

"I suppose the longer we are here, the more we will learn. Perhaps learn enough to make a difference in our own worlds."