[Wanda grins. She has her suspicions about Flint, but one thing she feels confident in is the assumption that he's sailed across the Atlantic at least once to get to Nassau. Whether he was a passenger, a sailor, or a soldier. He has a weathered look about him to support her assumption.]

Is that why we seem to get along so well then?

[She'd never make that sort of joke around her teammates, never around anyone who knows what she can do. There are too many people on Earth who would wonder just how much truth there was in it, especially any who might have seen her using her powers at the beginning, lost in learning what amounted to an entirely new sense.

It's a tricky thing also, having delved into what amounted for a mind for Ultron, having seen what lay there and what true insanity might look like. An orderly, terrifying sort of chaos and complete disregard for the price of destruction to achieve one's goals.

With Flint, at least, she can trust it to be taken in the vein she means. Which is to say, in the same way that he meant it.]

Assuming I have those two things covered, can I assume when it comes time to set sail you'll be there to teach me the basics?