She was much less subtle than Strucker, and Pietro wasn't sure whether that was something to admire or fear. Her threats were plain and clear, and not just armed guards blocking every possible exit. His eyes locked sharply on the lights, and he squeezed Wanda's hand he moment it slid into his. His eyes narrowed, but he tried to mirror his sister's outward calm, watching the woman like a hawk.
"Friends then," he replied tersely, "We're good to our friends...so long as they are good to us," he promised.