[ that towel's not going to do it, bud. wanda doesn't want to be standing in the middle of the apartment looking around and doing nothing. it makes her stand out more like a bright spot that doesn't quite belong.
she walks over to the kitchenette and swipes herself a dishtowel, taking it to the sink to soak it. ]
I was stalking you. Or Sam… I was stalking you both.
[ with the dishtowel sufficiently wet, she wrings it out and walks over to him. she has no intentions of handing it to him. ]
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[ that towel's not going to do it, bud. wanda doesn't want to be standing in the middle of the apartment looking around and doing nothing. it makes her stand out more like a bright spot that doesn't quite belong.
she walks over to the kitchenette and swipes herself a dishtowel, taking it to the sink to soak it. ]
I was stalking you. Or Sam… I was stalking you both.
[ with the dishtowel sufficiently wet, she wrings it out and walks over to him. she has no intentions of handing it to him. ]