"They show up for every wormhole. There weren't supposed to be monsters today, so maybe they weren't expecting any." Which, in Wanda's mind, made S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reaction seem that much worse. This misunderstanding could have been avoided if the men with the guns had simply asked a few questions before shooting, but how often did the people in power bother to do that? It was disgusting.
Wanda leaned against the window frame and stared out at the skyline, gaze unfocused until she shook herself from her own thoughts at her next question and offered a shrug. "You get a little shock. Nothing more. It's worse, I guess, if someone were in a plane or car. They'd be crushed." Which had happened a few times in the early days, when people were panicked and refused to accept that this was the reality of their lives now. The whole thing had been terrifying, and that was even before the first wave of monsters decimated Coney Island. At least the city had mostly adapted now, content so long as they had their creature comforts and their luxuries. Never mind that they were living trapped in a fishbowl, subject to whatever chaos or horror the wormholes chose to rain down on any given day.