He stepped back with a frown, face twisting at the back of her head, but the expression faded as she forced the doors open, brows lifted, impressed. His head turned to view the inch or so she'd revealed and the frown was back.
Honestly, Pietro was a little reluctant to hand his phone over. It was still new and shiny, and both he and Wanda were very protective over what they had. But it was that or be trapped in this metal box for hours, and a wave a claustrophobia had him handing it over.
"You are the one who lives under us, yes?" he asked.