His answer about his dog had very sound logic, so there was no reason to try to debate it. He did seem very well behaved, and Wanda actually sometimes felt guilty leaving her cat home alone during the day at times or especially the weeks she was sent out on missions. It was hard leaving Django behind, and she did think that on some level he did miss her, but she knew it was very different with a dog. Cats laid around and slept during the day. She often came home to find Django sunning by a window or curled up under her covers that he'd somehow managed to crawl underneath.
"It's very nice to meet you too, Victor." His accent seemed to be a bit of a mix. Wanda's was a mix too, but with different dialects.
She thought about how long she'd been here and tried to mentally count back the months. "Six months or so now, I think. I arrived back in November. It's a bit strange to think that I've been here this long."
So many people had come and gone over the last six months,she'd been on several missions, and had made many new friends since being here.