Wanda had expected to see Clint at one point or another. If she hadn't caught him at the inn she was going to head to the house to see if she could get her old room back. She didn't know how much had changed or if another version of her had arrived and disappeared before her latest re-arrival. It was hard to with this place and Wanda hadn't wanted to assume anything without first talking to Clint.

Of course, right now her thoughts were more focused on the feeling of burning from the inside out. She looked up at Clint, tears dotting the corner of her eyes as she waved a hand at her flushed cheeks.

"Clint!" Her voice was stressed and a little high pitched. "Good to see you. I-" She tried to shake her head. "Ate something hot." Her fingers pressed against the underside of her nose as if that might stop the burning sensation from wrecking havoc on her senses.