[Wanda picks up on her presence just in time, a prick at the back of her mind to alert her to the fact that she's not alone mere moments before River actually enters the kitchen. Rather than startling, she turns to face her, lightly resting her weight against the counter as she draws back up to her full height, both hands braced against the edge.]
yesss psychic friends!
Yes-- for some time. [A beat.] A year.
[So much had happened in just one year.]