While Sitwell was agonizing over his social etiquette and breaking things in his kitchen, Wanda was sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch with her teeth on edge wondering what was amiss here. The curtains, for one, gave the whole place an ominous sort of gloom and too many shadows that she didn't like the look of. When he set the tray in front of her she finally decided no one was likely to pounce on her and try to drag her into custody. Which didn't mean Sitwell wasn't wearing a wire or something, waiting to give a signal for agents to come busting out from other rooms. Well, at least there was a plate of cheese. They could make it a party.
His awkward posturing over the tray made her take a cheese cube with a murmur of thanks as she looked him over and came to the conclusion all at once that it wasn't imagined hidden men or black curtains that were wrong- up close it was clear that it was Jasper. His was too pale and his eyes were red, that wasn't just some trick of light. Trap or not, he seemed to have a real problem here. For the moment she put her apprehension aside and leaned in close for a better look at the changes in his face. "Alright, so. I'm going to assume you've had a bit of an accident and you're looking for a cure."