"I'm so sorry," Wanda said, not realizing that she was repeating herself. She was a little distracted, trying to sort out all of her senses and make sure nothing untoward happened again, but very sincere. She really hated death.
Wanda closed her eyes, just for a moment, trying to block out any possibility of...whatever had just happened. "I've heard of that," she said. When Wanda had first arrived in this galaxy, one of the other refugees had said something to her about being force-sensitive. It had been a warning, perhaps, but everything had been a bit of a blur to Wanda then; too much to take in. She'd remembered, but not really assigned much significance to it.
"They kill people over it?" she said sharply. "That is...not good."
Understatement. And Mika seemed so calm. "Yes, look if you want," Wanda said. The box seemed like it would have to be the least of her worries. Assuming Mika was telling the truth, but everything Wanda could sense told her that there was no deception here.