"I'm unarmed," Wanda assured the speaker, raising her hands to prove it (and dropping her barrier so her fingers stopped glowing, she could put it up again quickly if she had to). They didn't need to know that these were her weapons and it wasn't as if she was going to chop off her hands to appease a stranger. She advanced slowly towards where the voice was coming from. "We're absolutely sure, no one's been bitten or infected. We just want a safe place and we can help you." That wasn't a lie, though she didn't know exactly how much she ought to promise. They could bring in more supplies, food and water, they could heal wounds and clear out places if any needed clearing out. If they could just get inside, that is. "How many survivors do you have?" she repeated Cap's question, trying to keep her voice tranquil in the face of the stranger's panic.