( there's no telling what exactly she has sensed, as wanda is having a really hard time parsing through it. it's not like she wants to, though, but the entirety of this man's presence—of stephen's presence—shakes her up in a way that she can't quite describe. the fact that he knows her name by simply glancing at her puts her on edge.

not to mention that the way he looks at her almost as if he knows the entirety of her goes strongly against how guarded she wants to be about her own person and her powers.

crossed arms tighten, nails digging into her skin through the threads of her sleeves. the keys press too against her skin, reminding her vaguely about the motorcycle she's supposed to get on and head into the city with.

it doesn't seem like she will be able to do much by just denying who she is and what she can do, so, )

If you just want to talk and you know about my powers, then you could start by not — doing that thing—

( she loses steam on what she's trying to ask for because she can't quite put into words what exactly is this bombardment to her psyche that he may not even be aware of? )

It's making me sick.