[...ah. Well, there's room to debate or soothe an actual reason at least, instead of just talking to a wall. Wanda's eyes go oddly unfocused as she scans the surrounding area - there are plenty of people grumpy about the weather, or their overall situation, but no actual threats.

Still, it's odd to hear Mr. 'You'll-Have-To-Try-Harder-Than-That-To-Hurt-Me' being worried about someone or something barging in.]

I don't sense anyone who would want to hurt us. And this storm will keep anyone else away. [She shrugs.] And if it doesn't, I'll throw them out. You know I can.

[Or death by hairbrush is still an option. Whatever works. Gentler:] And you won't be able to fight at all if you get sick.