"They kept an eye on me like I was a criminal," Wanda began, smiling only at the end, "but since I was one..."
She shrugged in the wake of the trail-off. "It was fine. By then I was just doing time until I got out or found a chance to run off. I am so sorry, Pietro. I'm set up here. I mean, it's not great, but it's a place and a job, and if you need money or a place to sleep, you've got it." And the reading, well. She'd pay Tracy's cut and wave the rest.
Unless. "...you didn't really want me to read your cards, did you? I just make it up as I go, but they're very impressive lies." The smile wavered again. Stupid joke was stupid, but she was trying.