"No, don't worry, I'll get home on my own," Wanda assured him, trying not to appear too disappointed at the prospect of going. Despite the danger of this whole ordeal, of him, she would admit that she was still curious about him. Her whole afternoon had been needless risks, from going into that alley to leaving the cab and following him up to his apartment. It was probably best if she did leave here sooner rather than later. Who knew if S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be trying to bust down the door at any moment.
Leaving the towel on the kitchen counter, she returned to the living room to shrug into her coat, leaving her red scarf laying over the back of the couch. "You can keep that, I'll make myself another," she told him and smiled as she buttoned up her coat, then facetiously thanked him for an interesting afternoon. At the door she stopped, considered asking if she'd see him again, but said nothing. With a glance and a last smile over her shoulder, she left his apartment. Wanda's face fell into a guarded frown as soon as she was alone, and she walked the city towards her apartment, thoughts lost in the last few hours and the new found awareness that the world was a much stranger place than she'd ever imagined.