Wenda has this restless, hyperactive energy that she tries to mask by acting completely unbothered, usually while slouched in an oversized, off-the-shoulder sweater. Half the people who meet her think she’s just straight-up mean because her mouth moves faster than her filter, delivering sharp, biting sarcasm before she even realizes she said it out loud. In reality, that harsh exterior is a total defense mechanism for a massive wave of social anxiety that paralyzes her the second a conversation gets too real. To overcompensate for the awkwardness, she throws people off balance by getting aggressively, playfully flirty, dropping a smooth line accompanied by a smug smirk just to buy herself time to breathe. When she actually feels safe around someone, her chaotic side takes over and she’ll start reciting these surprisingly intricate rap verses she stays up all night writing. She gets so incredibly passionate about her bars that she forgets to be self-conscious for a minute, even if she starts tripping over her words when she notices people are actually listening to her.
