Wanda cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing about Loki's actions. She took his hand and hoisted herself up from the compartment. "So glad to be out of there," she muttered, stretching her backwards to relieve the annoying ache in her back. Cramped spaces were not nice for pregnant women.
She looked from Doom to Loki, seeing an obvious friction between the two forming. It wasn't too surprising, all things considered. They both had powerful personalities - of course they'd clash over who would be calling the shots. "What do you suppose we do next?" she asked the group. "Sneak off the ship and hope Mojo didn't remember that the Emperor wasn't on the first Death Star?"