"We'll take a taxi," she told him, supporting his weight and locking her arm around the back of him as they hobbled slowly towards the street. "Trust me," she said with an ironic smile before he could protest her suggestion, and tapped her head. Trust in the powers that had just bared his memories to a stranger.
By the time they reached the corner where the alley met the sidewalk, Wanda's hands and clothes were bloodied where he'd leaned against her and she knew she'd probably have to get rid of it all later. She helped him lean against the wall and turned to look him over with a frown. "We should hide your face, but don't worry, I have practice at that," she murmured, and reached out to quickly button up the coat and then turn the lapels up around his ears. Wanda pulled off her red knit scarf and expertly wrapped it around his neck, then folded it up over his jaw to cover the bottom half of his face. Now at least he looked as if he were trying to evade the cold, and if she leaned close to him perhaps they wouldn't draw too much suspicion.
Wanda helped him slowly to the curb, watching the street for an on-duty cab to drive near. "Do you have a name?" she asked after a moment, shooting him a sidelong look, curious. Not that he had any reason to tell her, but she reasoned that having a man's blood on her hands and his thoughts in her head were a good enough reason to be on first name terms.