[Wanda doesn't often put her foot in her mouth. More often than not she speaks with deliberation, even as her thoughts wander. It's clear at once, not just from the grimace on his face but the way his thoughts and emotions flare that she's said something to prompt a stronger reaction. She doesn't catch specific thoughts, not in words, but impressions. Not the pain of loss, perhaps, but something more complicated. Too much to be figured out in a moment.

Still, she's given some clarity in his response.]

I'm sorry, I assumed... [It had been easy to accept that everyone was from different worlds but with so many of the people she knew present, all from the same time, her thoughts had automatically continued in that direction.] I'm from the early two-thousands. Three hundred years in the future. Everyone that I've met here from the same reality has also been from near the same time.