Tony's long suffering and well-practiced huffiness wasn't lost on her, certainly not in such close proximity, and she didn't see what she'd done to deserve it when she'd merely been thinking aloud, trying to expand on Tony's frankly unhelpful hypothesis. For once in his life Tony wasn't going to get what he anticipated because Wanda felt an irrational flare of temper- this had not been a good day, a good week, a good year and she was in no mood to be talked do or to put up with his contempt. Her patience, already frayed, was wearing thin and even the benefit of the doubt she invariably allowed him wasn't going to protect him now.
"To be a perpetual pain in your ass, obviously," she answered flatly and crossed her arms. Like she was some huge inconvenience here. She was the only reason he even had this opportunity (one which he'd clearly been more enthusiastic about than she was and yet she'd indulged him anyway, god knew why) and here he was acting like she was a burden or an idiot. Probably both.
Why shouldn't she ask him questions? He the one always connected to the world at every giving second. The man with his hand on every virtual string. He was the futurist, he made predictions. Of course he ought to know something she didn't because wherever they were surely he'd found some way to hook himself in to whatever technology was available and he just didn't think to share when he either assumed she implicitly understood it or figured she never could. He had a bad habit of that. Tony Stark, after all, knew everything there was to know about anything. Or maybe Wanda was giving him too much credit. She had a bad habit of that.
Whatever was going through his head, when she was the one protecting Tony from that storm raging outside her bubble in a place he'd dragged her into he didn't have much right to get snippy. Defensive now, she shot him a withering sidelong glare. He could be so damned frustrating. "You don't actually care," she pointed out mulishly and returned her attention to the wall of energy, away from what could probably turn into a temper tantrum on Tony's part if she'd actually taken the bait and suffered his sarcasm.
The winds were settling a little more now, the howling that was only a hum within their bubble almost silent now. Through those churning dust clouds she thought she could make out a strange shape. Despite her irritation her curiosity was getting the best of her- here was an answer, maybe- and she rose from her cross legged position to press her face closer to the dome's wall and squint through the sand that was surging through the air, blotting out the sun.