"Truth? It's a total waste of time. There are better things to talk about than the cards." Wanda had the sense to pitch her voice low; Pietro might have been worth a little honesty, but there was no sense in cluing in whatever suckers might have wandered into the sitting room. She wasn't sure she trusted the office wall soundproofing.
"Do you have a place to stay?" She was hovering and she knew it, so she went over to claim a chair. Maybe if she sat, she'd calm down. "I'm here in Orange. It's not terribly nice, but it's mine. I have sofa and Internet I steal from the neighbor. Uh. Sometimes I got out, but that was mostly to ask about you. I've been trying to keep a low profile."
Running had become habit. Wanda didn't entirely know how to stop.