[ Daisy's not surprised to feel the movement of someone else coming closer, though she's too distracted by her screen to look up until the person enters. Wanda, the one who had been experimented on by Hydra. The one who had been restrained and drugged— It takes a great deal of effort to force her anger down enough so she won't accidentally quake the kitchen; Wanda doesn't need the stress of an unexpected earthquake on top of everything else she's been through. ]

No, of course not. [ Tilting her laptop's screen down so it's not quite visible, she gestures vaguely at the room around them. ] It's a free kitchen, chock full of... Well, not a ton of fresh stuff because we only brought the basics with us, but there's enough canned goods to last at least a quarter of an apocalypse.

[ She realizes she's rambling and grimaces slightly, folding her arms on the table counter where she'd set up shop. ] Sorry. This is probably weird and overwhelming for you, huh?