The sound of footfalls reached Wanda's ears, soft at first but growing louder and crisper the closer Peggy got to the crashed pod. Wanda looked up sharply the moment it occurred to her what the rhythmic sound was, eyes wide, and she brought her hand back up to her eyes as a shield. Did the sun have to be so damn bright?
At first the feminine voice that reached her ears didn't make any sense. It was just...sounds thrown together in a bit of a mess. The wheels in her head started to turn, translating the sounds into words. They were different than the stream of narrative in her head. It was an effort for her to understand, but she was starting to acclimate. English, that's what it was. The world's common tongue, as compared to her own dialect, she knew that much somehow. She could speak both languages, but somehow the native dialog in her head was far more comfortable.
As the woman drew closer, Wanda straightened her back, softening her knees to bolt if she needed to. She frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously as she gave the approaching woman a once over. Wanda did not recognize her, was she supposed to? "Who are you?" She ventured in Romani, testing to see if this woman spoke her dialect as well as the common tongue.