Now she really did need to take that moment to compose herself. Rocking back on her heels Wanda finally forced her gaze away and likewise kept it riveted to the pavement. Several deep breaths and silent moments later she was able to lift her face once more with as neutral an expression as she could manage though her voice was tremulous when she asked, quietly, "Wha- what are you, really?" There were so many possible answers to this question. She'd thought before he was just a sorcerer and even now she sort of hoped he might say mutant, which might be slightly easier to accept than what she both feared- and knew- he would say. My hell, that was where he'd sent the demon lord and now Wanda realized he might tell her that he was of the same ilk.