When Wanda finally spotted the man who was pointed out to her as the host it was just in time to see him slipping away from the crowd in his apartment and out to the seclusion of the rooftop. Clearly, it would seem strange to follow him out, but he was acting curiouser and curiouser. What sort of host abandoned a party for another party and then abandoned that one too? Weren't these supposed to be the guests he wanted to see? Perhaps there was something else on the roof worth leaving even his preferred party for. There was only one way to find out.
Wanda followed him quietly outside, just to see what was there. A garden, and nothing else of interest except, apparently, the night sky above the bright city. When he began speaking she froze. She'd only intended to take a peek outside, not to be caught milling around like she'd intentionally followed him out here. Which she hadn't, technically, or so Wanda assured herself as she put on a serene expression. She'd only been curious, after all. She sipped a glass of wine she'd picked up inside and listened to him waxing poetic, so candid with a stranger, and couldn't help but smile when he finished up his lovely sentiments with an apology. "Wanda Maximoff, hello Danny."
Her gaze only met his for a moment before it drifted upwards to try and elicit from the sky the same feeling he apparently had when he looked at it. But she couldn't. It was, she supposed, the same sky everywhere and yet she'd been in other places where the stars and the moon shone beautifully like there was nothing else in the universe but you and the night and it filled you with an aching and unfathomable sense of your own insignificance in the grand scheme of things. She just couldn't get that from a New York City sky. Not with the haze and the clouds and the brightness of artificial light and all the clamor of humanity below. Wanda gave up her search for that "something" Danny had evidently found in the view above and turned her gaze to the cityscape below. That was her "something."
After another silent moment she returned her eyes to meet his. "Lovely party," she remarked and, with the polite comment and another sip of wine, severed herself completely from contemplation of the ethereal.