As if Wanda set the bar for logic. Regularly passionate and unpredictable and driving Tony completely crazy, likely a psychological side effect of her mutation which was basically an elaborate and elegant insult to the concept of logic and science and sense, whatever feeling she had on the theory of the problem before them were probably best kept to herself. Tony pursed his lips and took this as her invitation, instructing himself to not limp or shuffle in tentatively but attempt to look convincingly in control and unthreatened by what he was obligated to tell her now. He started with a gentle, "Are you okay?", stopping short before he could reach out to her and be rejected for it. Wanda had experienced far worse treatment at the hands of others, but it had been a likely welcome long time since it had been so personal. Tony swallowed around his half formed apology, knowing that had been entirely his fault and he should have done something about it, at least talked to Raven about it, but sure that an apology right then didn't mean much at all. Instead he continued, "Do you want a coffee?" This might take a while, and even if Wanda didn't want one, Tony could certainly use something to ground him.