"Just now. You, too, I take it." She glances out at the night again, wondering what this particular city's story will be. There's always something, from clocks buried deep underground and guarded by monsters, to the constant flux and chaos of the nexuses. Wanda no longer believes she's ever sent to these places for reasons like coincidence; they're all chosen, deliberately.

"This is... very far from home. Dimensions away, specifically." That much she can feel, with her magical aptitude (however twisted it's become over the years).