Her own smile in return was fleeting and pained and she could not meet his gaze. She mumbled hello before she moved past him and into the kitchen quickly to set about making herself something to eat. Wanda wasn't even sure how to go about this. What could she possibly say? Her breakdown wasn't something she could fathom putting into words. She thought time would make it easier but it hadn't. She would uphold a charade then, try to feign cheerfulness, tell him she was only angry that they'd been at it in her room. That she'd been surprised, that was all. Perhaps lying to him would be easier than the truth. As long as she didn't look into his eyes.