[It's hard not to smile back when Sam grins at her. Even Wanda, who's not given to smile all that often, especially lately, finds it almost infectious. Here at a speed-dating event with the recent stress of their situation back home far away, it's a little easier to let the tension go. She makes a sympathetic sound as she touches the corner of the tag at her shoulder, smoothing it down to stick to her top.]

Perhaps. Speed dating always seemed like something that would work better in theory than practice. Is there even enough time to get to know a person in such a short amount of time?

[And really, what would she even tell any of them? Hello, my name is Wanda. My parents are dead. My twin brother is dead. The city where I was born and raised was destroyed by a homicidal robot and now I'm on the run from the rightful governments of over a hundred countries. What about you?

Yes, that will go over so very well.

At least she won't be the only person on their team giving it a shot.]