Near the temple steps, Wanda struck up her own conversation, trying to understand what the smiling man had said to her. She got the gist of it, except the last word, but she realized it was meant as a compliment. A promising start. She smiled brightly and began with, "Buenos dias." Spanish was not her strong suit but she figured her studies in other latin-based languages would be moderately helpful. That and hours of Spanish soap operas on Telemundo.
"Erm. Mi nombre is-es- Wanda. Lo siento, mon- uh, mi- español es no bueno." Her smile quickly became apologetic as she continued, "Muy no bueno." She turned and gestured towards her two companions down near the masks and said, "Mes... Mi amigos and, well, me-" she gestured again at the other Avengers and then back to herself, sure that their costumes and her pantomime were enough to help the man realize that the trio was here together.
"-We're searching for-" Here she held her hand up to shield her eyes in an exaggerated and, she hoped, universal sign for searching, "La place, um, the place donde la chica américaine- no, americano? Americana? Donde la chica americana es muerte." That was probably terrible and garbled and now she was sure she ought to learn Spanish. But at least she'd made the effort, maybe the stranger could appreciate that. Wanda stared hopefully at the man and waited for some kind of answer.