When she turned back to him, she was smiling a little, watching the same weird shadows flitting across his face and his silhouette back lit against the tank behind him. It was strange standing in the blue stillness of this little aisle between the towering glass panes, the only thing separating them from the pressure of thousands gallons of water. It felt eerie and claustrophobic. Shaking these impressions from her head, Wanda returned her focus to Tony.
Apology accepted, she replied easily with a shrug as she said, “Fine, I guess. Going out west hasn’t been quite as cathartic as I hoped.” Wanda wasn’t smiling now and a thoughtful look crossed her face. Shrugging again, as though she was answering some unspoken question, she reached for Tony’s hand before she moved down the path towards the entrance to the shark tunnel.