Pushing her hair out of her face, she glanced at the man beside her. More grudging memories made their way into her bewildered head and Wanda couldn't help but smile at him. They'd met in a bar only blocks away when he'd stopped a few strangers from bothering her and she'd bought him a beer to thank him. Although he was cagey, gruff, there was something about him she'd rather liked- obviously, otherwise Wanda highly doubted she would've brought him home. "Morning," she whispered, and reached out to trace a finger shyly over the lines of his bare shoulder. Why she felt shy, Wanda couldn't tell, given how well acquainted she'd become with this stranger's body merely hours before.