A red glow flickered to life in the darkness from Wanda's hands as she searched the wall until she found a small panel to palm that lit the room from the ceiling above. "So what exactly do we have to do now?" Wanda asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against a wall near the door. The question was meant in a general sense, but also specifically she wondered how they were supposed to pull off the marriage lie. Her only frame of reference was the distant mememories of her parents marriage, colored by the constant fear of wartime, and only fleeting moments of genuine domestic bliss. Even with that limited experience, Wanda was sure she couldn't even pretend to look at Tony the way her mother had looked at her father, let alone convincingly portray his wife. Wanda didn't think she'd be fooling anyone.