Good, great, she was glad to hear it from him because the longer she went without seeing everybody, the more she distrusted what Fury had told her. At least now she could tick Clint and Pietro and Wicked off the list and if Clint said everyone was alright then that meant that Jan and Jess had to be, too. She settled back against her pillows with a sigh at his question and a shake of her head. "No idea. I healed myself but they're not letting me out. Even though I'm perfectly fine now."
Which wasn't entirely true because maybe she'd tried to get out of the bed to demonstrate that fact to the doctor and nearly fallen flat on her face, proving what the nurse and Wicked and Pietro had all tried to tell her. Being healed didn't mean she wasn't weak. "Maybe you could bust me out of here, though," she said wryly but grinned to show him she was, mostly, joking. Clint, Wanda knew, would probably actually try but it had only occurred to her slowly that they wouldn't have any place to go. Without the Avengers Tower they were virtually homeless. Wanda didn't know where everyone else was staying, though she assumed perhaps here in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, but they'd have to find some place eventually. Some place that wasn't a car traveling across a dying country or a prison cell on a remote island. She couldn't waste too much time thinking on it; there were more important things to focus on right now than where the Avengers might next call home.
"What have you been doing?" she asked him next, curious again and not even considering that he'd been waiting or worrying over her. What she wanted was news of the world, how the clean up was going and the cure and what was happening to the people who'd been turned back into, well, people and what they were doing with all those bodies and any other number of practical questions whose answers would provide her with something to do and some way to help. If and when she ever got out of this bed.