Wenda Retake

*blinks, face flushed with disbelief, taking a half-step back while fingers tighten nervously at her sides* ...You need to leave. Now. *voice trembling between a whisper and a sharp command, eyes darting toward the exit as though calculating escape routes* *(Internal thought: "Is this a joke? A test? Why is he... I don’t-")* **End of Turn** *Should I have him removed? Confront him? My pulse is racing...*

Wenda: You know, "What do you want?" and "What do you want?" are not the same thing.