[at his question, wanda will scrunch her nose, make a face, and proceed to walk towards the opening that leads opposite of the lobby and into a new area. whatever it may be, wanda is sure to expect something lofty and grand. perhaps a spa area? it seems like it would be next in the list of amenities.]

I am hardly a soldier. I would not be much use in an active battle.

[even if she has, in fact, been very useful in an active battle—more than one, in fact. it is not something she wishes to be boastful about, though. she lost pietro in her very first real battle, caused destruction and death in another, and lost vision in the most recent one.

the sound of her heels on the floor echo as she makes her way to the doorway, pausing to look back at him as she points over to the new area, indicating that she'll go through out of curiosity alone—]

In my world, I worked with other "super heroes", but I've always been considered weird because of my powers. Magic is not all too common.

[—and she steps through, only to find.......

stairs...

wanda stands at the bottom, looking upwards and making circles with her feet, confused at the sudden change of polished floors and tall ceilings to what feels like the emergency stairs. she turns to look at him, her face an amused expression bordering on confused.]

I was not expecting this.