Wanda hadn't met Queenie's sister but she had seen the dark haired woman around the village a handful of times. Both Tina and Wanda suffered from a lack of social skills mixed with an intense work ethic, which meant that they were too similar to ever sit down and talk. Wanda remembered Queenie from the time when she still had her powers. There had been something about the other woman that Wanda found interesting. Part of it had been Queenie's kindness but there had been something else there too. That alone drew her to the sounds of Queenie's struggle behind her home.

Wanda was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a sports bra that she had pilfered from one of the disappeared villagers. Her long dark brown hair was tied up as the heat continued it's oppressive assault against the village. It was getting better but Wanda had never been a fan of heat.

She paused and watched Queenie for a few seconds before stepping forward. "Do you want help?" She asked, her accent pulling at the end of her syllables.

Wanda didn't know why Queenie wasn't using a wedge to split wood. It used less energy and was the way that she had once done it, she had been younger then and the wood had been a tough opponent without the help of a wedge.