Wanda glanced around with mild interest and was relatively disappointed. It wasn't at all like the room downstairs nor really what she might have expected from Daimon. It reminded her of the impersonal austerity of a hotel room (an image which certainly didn't help the awkwardness of the situation). She did as suggested and dropped into a comfortable chair, staring up at Daimon thoughtfully and politely remarked that his apartment was "nice."
She was quiet for a long moment, waiting. Then, she said softly, "So..." What exactly were they supposed to talk about? She figured he had something in mind so she waited again and watched him.