05 + a touch of 09. Sort of.
"A little birdy told me we're sort of affiliated in a way in another universe." That little birdy might have been herself. Multiversal travel was wild. She'd rather meet a bunch of versions of anyone else other than herself for the forseeable future.
She shakes the box she's holding. It's pretty big compared to her, being held up with both arms and maybe a little bit of a struggle. There's also holes in it. This box is officially considered suspicious. "So... I got you a present. Happy holidays, Wade."