[Wanda's lips curl and she tries her best not to laugh. It doesn't work and a light musical huff of laughter manages to escape.] Water is fine. I don't think we can have any luck worse than being trapped here.

[Her expression remains light and at ease as she leans against the kitchen entry way. Her eyes follow Eddie around the kitchen, watching more than studying him as he spoke.]

Carlton Drake. [She pauses thoughtfully.] I think I know the name. [He is a dreadful man from what she remembers.] It's good that you and your friend were there to stop him. [There is a note of warm appreciation in her tone.] I think the world needs more people like that. [Those who stand up for what's right, even when its difficult.]

Are you talking to him?

[Her head cants curiously to the side.]

It sounds like he really hates this Riot.