Wanda leaned against a wall and pulled off her soaked boots, frowning. She didn't bother to tell him about her traffic mishaps, those were just an inherent danger of any big city (even if this one seemed particularly rude), and anyway she was sure that wasn't the kind of trouble he meant. "I don't think anyone followed me," she answered, moving beside him to help put away the groceries anyway. "But Gorski stopped me downstairs. I had to-" she wiggled her fingers demonstratively beside her head, "Again. " The second time in a week and far from the first time she'd had to manipulate the man's memories. "I don't know if I should do it anymore, Pietro. I don't think it's safe."