Wanda's grin momentarily wavered at his words. Handling herself was the last thing she seemed capable of doing lately, not that she was going to tell him that. Her smile brightened to compensate for its sudden dimming and she shrugged nonchalantly. "Just visiting Uncle Charles, that's all," she explained, "I've been a terrible 'niece' truly. Things have just been rather hectic for me." Her smile become ironic and she shook her head with a look of resignation. The life of a "hero." Surely, he understood. Like two old timers having a drink in a bar, reminiscing about some war, Summers could probably commiserate. Remember that time an evil overlord tried to destroy a major metropolitan area and we had to stop him?' 'Yeah, just another day in the life.'