Strenuous. The worded landed on Wanda as if it had physical weight. She was glad that she had been taking a sip from her drink at the time he'd made this helpful little suggestion. Luckily, her face had been tilted down slightly, further obscured by the glass's elaborate rim. He really must be pure Capitol, whatever his initial origins had been. She took an extra long sip, only lowering her glass when she was confident her mask was back in place.
"What a marvelous idea," she trilled, perversely enjoying the twist of pain she felt at having to pretend that a spa treatment was the ideal anecdote for seeing her brother brutally murdered. She deserved to feel pain. She had failed Pietro in the Games and now she hadn't even the haziest idea of how she would seek retribution.
Her gaze followed his and she smiled at the familiar red hair in the distance, although her feelings for her mentor were anything but simple, uncomplicated fondness.
"I do feel like I might make real friends here," she murmured almost shyly around another sip of the wine. "Everyone has been so very kind, so welcoming. It's just hard to imagine building a life here like Natasha's done. I never imagined myself living, well, around all of this." She made a little all-encompassing gesture with her free hand, trying to sum up the magnificence of the mansion and all that lay beyond.