She's been here for a few months shy of a year and just had another year of conflicting memories shoved into her mind. The drugs have addled her thoughts and it's hard to tell what's real. To make matters worse, the hallways of the Moira and what she's seen through her own or borrowed sight of the Raft are the same color scheme. She also expects Bruce to get tossed in a cell eventually, if they can find him.

So Wanda just stares at him for a long moment, obviously confused. "I think...but then I am not sure. It doesn't make sense." Something pleading creeps into her expression. She needs to hear it. "Not the Raft?"