Today has been an eventful day -- Wanda has also only recently turned up, and this is a far cry from the seaside house she was in just prior. She emerges from the Inn a few minutes after Deucalion, and stops outside its doors, the pamphlet in hand. She looks up at the Inn, and then over at the other pedestrian.

Whose appearance is fairly on the remarkable side, from what she can see in the dim light, but--really, no one is more accustomed to that than a mutant.

She considers him for a moment, and then tilts her head in a wryly affable sort of greeting.

"May I ask you a question?"