Wanda stared at Mika, all her instincts suddenly screaming trap. Not her powers, she was keeping her senses contained to try to avoid any more...whatever it had been when she touched the box. But every experience she'd ever had on the edge of society trying to keep out of the way of the powerful was suddenly clawing to the top of her mind, telling her that this was bad. They kill the powerful ones, she thought. And she's a journalist, journalists like secrets because they can make them into stories, and she never really wanted to do a story about the box. Whether that last had been a misunderstanding on Wanda's part or something more sinister...
Are you telepathic was not a good question to ask someone who'd been hiding that ever since she got to this galaxy. She'd only ever actually told one person, and that not entirely by design.
"Of course I'm not telepathic," Wanda said calmly. She had a lot of practice staying calm in the face of this kind of danger. Do you have somewhere to go?Are you one of them?Were you here when it happened? Never tell them anything that might put you in danger. "You're the one with the strange powers and the things that you want to keep secret. Whatever happened must have been you. I'm just an ordinary trader who found a box. A perfectly ordinary box that no longer contains anything dangerous or prohibited, correct?"
She couldn't feel any danger from Mika, nothing seemed any different from a moment ago, but after all this talk of mystical energy that Mika could sense, she didn't dare actually enter Mika's mind unless there was a much more clear danger. All she could sense with her powers was passively, the shape and the surface -- it should be enough to give her warning if there was something amiss, but she wasn't sure she trusted herself right now. Powers weren't everything; she had to trust her instincts as well in order to survive.