Wanda's been picking at her food, so while she hasn't had a lot of the red fruit...she's definitely had some. Whoops. But she's not feeling bad enough to stagger over to Vision for help yet. She's fine...probably. Probably just tired, but not tired enough to sit down, especially when her eyes land on someone she hasn't seen in a while.

"Steve?" She takes a few unsteady steps closer. "You should be more careful. We will have time to make friends with the floor later."

Don't mind the little fairy dragon perched on Wanda's shoulder chirping at you curiously, Steve.