The smile dropped from Wanda's face. The patience she had once had been ground away by grief and loss. She had wronged people. Had held a whole town hostage. But she had walked till the end of the line and then went beyond it. She had come to think of the man in front of her as a friend. Or one who could become one.
"I think this is the point where you tell me what is so weird about you." Her accent was heavy. Her tone serious. Bad experiences made her cautious. Agatha who had pretended to be her friend only to attempt to steal her powers. Maybe Steven was like that. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Or maybe there was just something deeply wrong with him. Like it had been with the people in Westview. The empath let in the feelings around her, minds around her to discern what was happening as she waited for an answer.