Daisy bore no ill will toward Jane Foster, but she had no fondness for her either. The petite woman embodied the typical American mindset—charging headlong into everything without rhyme or reason. Now that she had also been influenced by certain Asgardian styles, she had become even more ridiculously reckless.
She-Thor wanted to speak. Perhaps, to her, dying on a mission was the most fitting, most ideal outcome.
However, Falcon stopped She-Thor. Well... Jane Foster and Sam had gotten together. Rumor had it that during one of her chemotherapy sessions, he recognized her true identity. No one knew what they said afterward, but strangers became acquaintances, and gradually they moved in together. In any case, it was a very heroic, very American sort of thing.
Daisy then looked toward the Maxim siblings, doing her best to keep her expression neutral and objective.
"Quicksilver, I don't recommend that you go either. If you run at high speed in the interstitial space, unpredictable things could happen. That space is unstable, and you won't be able to make full use of your speed there." Daisy ruled Quicksilver out first, then turned to Wanda.
"The same goes for Wanda. The space there can't hold too much magic power." In truth, she did not know whether magic could be used in the interstitial space. But since Doctor Strange had been able to charge in alone, it should theoretically be possible. Still, she made it perfectly clear to Wanda: stay home and behave. She was not allowed to go anywhere.
The little witch pouted but obediently said nothing.
Director Daisy was not acting entirely out of selfish motives. She looked over the remaining people. "Ant-Man's Pym Particles probably won't work over there. The physical laws there are incomplete. It's merely a transitional zone between illusion and reality.