Wanda cannot tell what he is thinking nor what he wants to do. The look in his face is telling, however, of confusion and being at a loss. There is certainly something messed up about what they're forced to see through hallucinations; the way it plays with their minds, disorients them, probably pulls at a yearning that is too raw to want to willingly explore.

She steps closer and gently, hesitantly, puts her hand over his own shaking one, fingers a feather-touch on his knuckles, not pushing for contact he may not find welcoming.

"It's someone you knew before, wasn't it?"