"You do not need to defend yourself to me," Wanda said softly, offering him an apologetic shrug as she felt a wall go up. "I am a stranger here, you are a stranger here."
Wanda could sense evil intent, even Ultron couldn't hide that from her, and she didn't get that from Mitchell. She didn't understand completely what he meant when he said vampire, though it certainly caused her to do a double-take at the sign behind the bar. "There is darkness in all of us. And, in some of us, the struggle is harder."
Her brow furrowed as she looked at him, the curiosity plainly written across her face. "When you say vampire, you mean that you...drink blood to survive?"