The whole thing was a power play, reminding them who was in control. She'd seen the tactic throughout her life, from political regimes and invading armies disguising their tyranny in altruism, or trying to control Sokovia's people through fear. Then there was HYDRA who manipulated and tortured. This was just more of the same, isolating them and trying to take away what was familiar and safe. It was enough to start making her angry, even in the face of the unfamiliarity that made her afraid. Her reaction, though knee jerk, had been in direct proportion to having weapons brandished in their faces the moment they appeared. Still, she had a feeling that in this place of ornate tradition and archaic fear their sudden appearance would have received them no warmer a welcome than if Wanda hadn't turned a few guards into cats.
Scowling at the boxes got her nowhere, so Wanda turned and slapped the wall where the door should have been. Unsurprisingly, they remained locked inside. She invaded Tony's space to remark, "They have no taste" and brushed her fingers over the fabric of his shirt. The latest intrusion from their "hosts" had her feeling les cagey towards her only ally. Trapped and definitely watched, they needed a plan.
Wanda put her arms around his neck and rested her headed on his shoulder, feigning the show of affection so that she could mumble close to his ear. "They're manipulating us. Maybe there's more tech in the clothes they brought." Something to keep spying on them or track them or hurt them if they stepped out of line. Paranoid, but Wanda didn't doubt that it was possible. "Is there any way you could know?"