"I...am fine," Wanda managed as she went through a concerted effort to regain her composure. Her accent was thick and distinct. Lifting her eyes off the ground, she met his gaze again and felt her skin prickle instantly as hair stood on end. Something about him felt...wrong. The ring lifted off her finger and Wanda rotated it a few times between sliding it back on. "May I get a drink?"
A few more slow steps brought her up to the counter. "I am new to the island," came Wanda's sheepish admission, her hands coming to rest just below her bust line though her fingers continued to tug on each other.