While her use in the hallway might have appeared otherwise, Wanda was generally careful about her displays of power. There were just too many people here, and she didn't know how they would react. She and Pietro were a rarity in their world, and she didn't want that status to be closely replicated here. She liked her powers. She liked the connections she felt with everything now, as if the world and all of humankind had opened up to her touch and her mind. But she knew that sort of feeling was difficult to explain to those who didn't understand.
When he commented, she brought the blocks back up to her hand, where they sat awkwardly in her palm. The edges bit into her skin, her hand nearly too small to hold the wooden blocks there all together. She felt the outline of one of the letters with her thumb.
She detected a lilt of an accent in his voice; despite being pulled from so many different worlds, the bulk of the people here seemed American, or at least British. There were a few others who weren't either, but they were in the minority, and it was often easy for her and Pietro to retreat behind Russian, recreating it as a secret language of their own, if only because they could be relatively assured no one else would know Russian.
"Both," she answered. She didn't know him, but his reaction seemed to be outside of what she would have normally expected; against her better judgement, her curiosity was piqued. That, in the least, wasn't uncommon here.