This group of 'everyone' wasn't so bad; Jessica could breathe and smile, and give them all the proper greetings they deserved. But one of these things was not like the other. What was Sitwell doing there? Not that she mind, maybe he could be the levelheadedness they'd all need when things got crazy. Because it would. But what if-- Fuck, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Was it too late to invite them up for coffee instead? Tea, she was actually out of coffee.
Definitely too late, though; before she knew it, they were in the middle of that desert heat. She tried to keep all irrational thought at bay and put on her sunglasses, casting Wanda an impressed glanced before getting into the car.