( he really isn't moving or trying to push her to let him help her. it's nothing personal; just wanda knowing that she has to be careful to keep herself safe. as it is, she is jealous of how others go about their arrival here with (seemingly) a lot more confidence than she has left in her reserves. she also thinks that, unlike them, she is wearing a prison uniform that's not exactly comfortable nor doing any good at keeping her warm, and she can feel every small pebble pressed onto the sole of her threadbare shoes.
wanda stares at him for several seconds, letting herself cast a net into his mind, see, on the surface, if this is someone who is good at lying, or someone who genuinely wants to help her.
in the end, her decision is made not through words offered, but by showing it. she steps off the bike, keeps her hands on the handlebars, and nods at him. it's a little too heavy for her (right now, she's hungry and a tired, but she will persevere), so it lists to the side. )
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wanda stares at him for several seconds, letting herself cast a net into his mind, see, on the surface, if this is someone who is good at lying, or someone who genuinely wants to help her.
in the end, her decision is made not through words offered, but by showing it. she steps off the bike, keeps her hands on the handlebars, and nods at him. it's a little too heavy for her (right now, she's hungry and a tired, but she will persevere), so it lists to the side. )
I just need to get it going.