She knows he's there before he speaks. Pietro used to stare at her in the hopes she'd break the silence, but she was always so stubborn, knowing he'd break first. She took pleasure in it then; she takes pleasure in it now, although Stephen Strange is nothing like her brother.

For one, her brother is dead.

Ignoring the hammering of her heart, Wanda lifts her head and smiles at him. It's an easy script to follow: lift her head, smile prettily, ensure the camera gets her best angle. Perhaps Reddit would consider this the moment that Wanda Maximoff starts her redemption arc… or someone may claim she's acting out of character.

"Hi." In one word, she hides behind her American accent. She could play dumb—does she know him? Does she recognise him? But her hair is bright red and not as dark as it was when she was in Scotland. Wanda knows he knows the colours of her hair; Stephen's nothing if not meticulous in his research.

"I'm not surprised you're here." With a glance around, she lifts her hand (fingers plain, no black in sight, although she hides it with soft tendrils of thin red vines snaking around her fingers in an attempt to mask any magic he may sense) to gesture at the library, and speaks in an attempt to maintain control. "You are a nerd."

She doesn't close the book in her lap, keeping it as her shield if she so much as needs a slip of armour to hide behind. She's naked in this strange world; he's here, he fits in the space like it has gotten used to his presence, and he's here.

Is she glad he didn't end up freezing to death outside Wundagore?