( wanda feels her cheeks flush, because it sounds (and looks like, as his lips lift into a grin) like he's teasing her. she draws her hand back, crossing her arms. she also feels as if she needs to explain herself; though he is human, like her, he is from a different galaxy.

customs are different. )

Where I come from, women who get stranded and are on their own are usually taken advantage of. I'm not helpless, even if I seem like it.

( even if much of her magic is hurt by different cosmic factors at this time (or maybe, really, a blockage of her own emotional stunting). )

You're still a stranger to me, Gavnic. Though I do need... your help, and I appreciate that. ( that being said— ) I'd rather you use my tools, yeah.