If Wanda noticed his reticence she didn't react and instead shrugged, still smiling, and checked the peephole again for the deliveryman. She wanted her lo mein. "It's become a staple," she replied, up for the carefree charade as long as he was, too. "We have a system worked out. I can't even imagine what they must think is going on in here." She laughed sardonically to herself because she had imagined and the list ranged from horrible disfigurement to agoraphobia. Wanda had a lot of time on her hands these days to imagine.
She turned back to Tony and gestured for him to have a seat. The loft looked much the same as it had the last time he'd been here, though perhaps a little more lived in and as ominous as ever with that hulking dormant portal against the wall. Wanda watched him watching the silence machine and it occurred to her that it was the reason he was here, not her. That was good, then, if it meant he wasn't here to express his displeasure with her fugitive lifestyle. Or maybe it was disappointing, she couldn't decide.
The machine hadn't given her any trouble since she'd been here, which was something else she had conflicting feelings about. On the one hand she probably ought to be grateful, but she was lonely and going a little stir crazy here, so an adventure away from New York and S.H.I.E.L.D. could be just what she needed. What she didn't need was to get herself killed on the other side. With her luck, that was exactly what would happen and no one would even know about it.