Daimon gave her a nod. He knew of Sokovia. Like all underworld leaders, he kept an eye on the world, on the red zones, the places festering with chaos. Demons were drawn to the worst humanity had to offer, and a country like Sokovia, desolated by war, was the perfect feeding grounds for Hell's monsters. More, a starting point for the most powerful of rulers of the infernal realms, and even those of Heaven, fiending for the domination of humankind. Daimon fought to keep that from happening. It wasn't easy, knowing and seeing how terrible people could be. While he was off fighting his own battles for the sake of the world's inhabitants, taking the beatings on his own humanity, he often wondered if it was worth it. The demon whispering in his ear (often the voice of his father) told him it wasn't.
Still, Wanda was an awfully long way from home, it made him wonder what she was doing here. But before he could ask, she raised questions to something different, caused him to stop and stare quizzically at her. Trapped? "What barrier?" His frown deepened, like he could already tell he wasn't going to like the answer.