"Maybe not," she agreed, "I'm sure you know more about it than I do. It's so big, even after so many months here, I haven't seen all of it." Though, to be fair, she had been laying low until recently. Today's events were enough to convince her that she wasn't likely to get bored exploring the city. Hopefully she didn't have to control cab drivers and get covered in a fugitive's blood every time.
Remembering the towel she was still holding, reflexively wringing it in her hands, Wanda glanced down to keep dabbing at the blood on her clothes to find that there was none. It was a losing battle when she started earlier, there was no way she'd actually done anything but smear it. Bemused at the idea, but unsure what else it could be, she glanced at Daimon and gestured at herself. "Does demon blood just disappear on its own?"