Even once he was visible again Wanda still would not look at him. "Think what you want," she snapped, her own composure slipping, "I don't care what you think!" Though it was very obvious that she did. "There's nothing wrong with us. With Pietro and I. Father is insane, but we're just fine." She stared at her breakfast tray, not feeling the least bit hungry. She finally turned to him, though her eyes remained level with his chest plate, and she held out her hand. "I'll hide the comm device. I've got a loose floorboard under the bed where I put things in a little lockbox. Childish trick, I know, but it's worked for years."