Hold on to my whaaa...? [Wanda is confused by his phrasing but politely clicks on the link anyway, already thinking of some basic compliments she can say to encourage the boy's creativity.

And then his 'movie' assaults her eyes, ears, and mind. She stares at it, mouth literally agape. As it continues, she actually feels the need to lean away from her NV, distancing herself physically from the flashing horror.

It takes a few moments before she is ready to speak. Even given time to process it all, words still fail her.]

Uh, that was... very creative. You have a rather... um... unique way of--

[She suddenly leans forward, face scrunched up with concern.]

Are you doing okay?