That wasn't a familiar string of syllables to Tony in general, and from Wanda especially, so he didn't have a better response cued than, "Yeah," his hands up then to shrug it off. "Could have happened to anyone." Probably. She definitely did some magic, but who was to know if these people would have identified any metahuman powers as magic, or even just normal-dimension common courtesy. It was hard to tell. With that in mind, Tony abruptly pushed himself up to cross the room and peer out the window, searching suspiciously down the length of the gradually curving wall moving away from them, circling the intricately laid garden of this...capitol building? There were a myriad of other windows, and through one Tony was sure he could see someone staring back at him. Even if that was just what he expected to find, that didn't make his paranoia misguided, and he moved to snap the shutters closed. They stopped short, gliding smoothly into place instead, where they blended seamlessly into the unnervingly smooth wall, which Tony would have admired if it didn't plunge them into absolute darkness. Instead, he was feeling where the window used to be, searching for that seam to open it again to at least find the lightswitch. "That's not what I meant to do." At least no one could see them now and judge their marital bliss, least of all Wanda or Tony.