Speak of the devil. Jessica brought her phone up to her ear, making a darting glance over at Tony before turning away at a slight angle, hand cupped around the speaker. “Hello lover, I’m--” YEAH SEXY, TAKE IT OFF. WOOOT! came too abruptly and far too loudly for her to mask it, and a laugh actually betrayed her, phone clutched to her chest as she reached for her glass. She’d drink to that. After her amusement subsided to a minimum (for the time being), she held the phone back up. “Nick? Sorry, that was--Wanda. Wanda, Wanda. The one over there. Yes. Six? Six and a half?--I’m sorry, you still there? The team and I, we’re just hanging out.” Pause. “Bonding.”