The question seemed innocent, but she tensed, gaze flickering to him and then back to the window while she tried to come up with a convincing lie. "On holiday," she answered eventually. That had been the cover story they'd come up with in case they were ever detained, before the Contessa had offered them papers. It sounded like a lie, but then Wanda hadn't said it with much conviction. She kept her gaze fixed on the skyline until she saw the outline of Stark's building and scowled. After a beat of silence she shook her head and looked at Daimon. "How long have you been away from the city?" she asked, keen to deflect the questioning away from why she was in New York.