"We trade off, it's my turn on the couch," she grimaced, annoyed. Wanda didn't know where the assumption about their living situation came from but she didn't appreciate it. Or judgement from someone who was still a virtual stranger. Besides, her brother was at work a lot, she thought reproachfully, she had plenty of opportunity to do whatever she pleased when he wasn't around.
For a few more seconds she dithered on her decision, almost irritated enough at this presumptuous girl to close the door in her face. Eventually she shrugged and held up a finger before going back inside to scrawl a note for Pietro so he wouldn't worry. Stepping back out into the hallway, Wanda closed the door behind her and stared at Wicked with a quizzical expression.