[ There's a hum of understanding that doesn't get translated from Hilda's end. ]

𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴? [ She's running through Sam, Steve and Wanda — all mostly ordinary looking in their own right (well except maybe Steve; he was as built as Raphael was) — but she knows better than to assume anything based on appearances alone. ] 𝘖𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?