( the moment the door opens, wanda call tell that zoro is very different to sanji, as far as treating strangers is concerned. it's not quite discomfort what she feels exuding from him, but it's definitely some amount of suspicion, trying to gauge at herβmost likely trying to see if she poses a threat to his crewmates or not. it's understandable enough.
she isn't all that intimidated by it. sokovia was a difficult place to grow up in, and having a spine was a necessity.
(that being said, wanda's ideas about what pirates are like has really suffered some weathering and rehashing after meeting sanji, and now zoro. is this what pirates are really like?)
though he opens the door further, the invitation in comes with a caveat. wordlessly, she hands him the bottle, then turns back around to head to the fridge, pulling out the second beer, cold to the touch. the way these two rooms are, it is likely that the intention was for it to be a 'family motel room'; the bigger room with the kitchenette were the parents would be, and the smaller room for the children, a shared bathroom providing a connection while still allowing for privacy. they have since been converted into separate rooms, but zoro's room doesn't have the same amenities. it is with this thought that she pushes past the threshold into the other room, glancing up at him, and then around, having never been in this room before. )
There's more in the fridge if you want another.
( her plan, after all, was to keep the beer for him, try to fall into his good graces, though she knows how ridiculous that sounds, even for her. casually, she walks towards the table in the room and sets down the beer, turning back to him. )
You're β Zoro, right? I know there's another one from your crew... ( a glance to the side, then back to him; she loosely crosses her arms. ) I'm Wanda.
( the vibes, though perhaps a little awkward and stiff, are not something unfamiliar to wanda. she isn't entirely the most sociable person, as it was always her brother who offered smiles and warm handshakes. )
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she isn't all that intimidated by it. sokovia was a difficult place to grow up in, and having a spine was a necessity.
(that being said, wanda's ideas about what pirates are like has really suffered some weathering and rehashing after meeting sanji, and now zoro. is this what pirates are really like?)
though he opens the door further, the invitation in comes with a caveat. wordlessly, she hands him the bottle, then turns back around to head to the fridge, pulling out the second beer, cold to the touch. the way these two rooms are, it is likely that the intention was for it to be a 'family motel room'; the bigger room with the kitchenette were the parents would be, and the smaller room for the children, a shared bathroom providing a connection while still allowing for privacy. they have since been converted into separate rooms, but zoro's room doesn't have the same amenities. it is with this thought that she pushes past the threshold into the other room, glancing up at him, and then around, having never been in this room before. )
There's more in the fridge if you want another.
( her plan, after all, was to keep the beer for him, try to fall into his good graces, though she knows how ridiculous that sounds, even for her. casually, she walks towards the table in the room and sets down the beer, turning back to him. )
You're β Zoro, right? I know there's another one from your crew... ( a glance to the side, then back to him; she loosely crosses her arms. ) I'm Wanda.
( the vibes, though perhaps a little awkward and stiff, are not something unfamiliar to wanda. she isn't entirely the most sociable person, as it was always her brother who offered smiles and warm handshakes. )
Did Sanji end up picking you up?