[If she didn’t know better, she’d think she were back in Westview. But that thought leaves as soon as it comes, and Wanda sits upright and turns to stare at the other person in the room with equal parts apprehension and suspicion.

This isn't the dream she just had. This is real. But dreams can't always be trusted, nor can something that seems so real, like the dated duvet under her hands.]

Who are you?

[Something feels terribly wrong beyond that vivid dream and the words said to her within it.]

Careful.

[Maybe you look unsteady on your feet, or maybe you simply came too close to Wanda, but it’s a light warning as she keeps a hand on the side of the rink.]

[Wanda takes her time walking around the mall, keeping to herself for the most part, but she does actually need to buy herself some clothes given she seems to be unable to magic them herself. So, it’s at Ruby’s where she pauses and decides to step in.

Find her with a pair of jeans and a jacket draped over her arm, or lingering at a clothing rack to examine a shirt. Plain, simple clothes. A far cry from the black and red suit she has on currently.

She sort of looks like she should be shopping at Oblivion, but no.

Eventually, she’ll make her purchases and circle the carousel, watching to see if anyone gets on.]