"I'm sorry to interrupt you," she says, mannerly and mild (right now, anyway; she's prone to fits of temper, sometimes, but there's no reason for that at the moment), "But do you happen to know what this place is, or why it's so empty?"
She shifts her weight from glossy black heel to heel, but doesn't smile or come any closer. Wanda is still a little too disconcerted and uneasy for that. Of course, that didn't stop her from coming here. So much for instinct.