“Wanda Maximoff.” She adds in introduction. Before the next 3.5 seconds pass and she absolutely loses it laughing hysterically at his next comments — like, cider-up-the-nose-and-stinging, tears-in-her-eyes hysterically. Give her a minute, or five.

“Now that's hilarious.” Once she mostly composes herself. She feels like anything and everything but 'a nice girl like' her, mostly because she knows she is exactly anything but. “Dante needed to add a few more circles of Hell to be able to find one where I actually fit.”