The voice was unfamiliar, and yet the tone gave him pause. He had no idea who this woman was, but she clearly knew him. It was unnerving how many people that described in this place. It was possible, of course, it was some fault of the Tesseract, or his use of it, possible he'd been here in some other time before but after, the woman, Charis, had claimed as much.

He looked Wanda over before responding, nonchalant, but still retaining that idling tension.

"May I help you?"