[It seems whatever she's said to upset him is staying with him. No longer open, he doesn't take her question and expand upon it. Granted, Wanda's spoken little of herself so she can hardly fault him for it. Perhaps what's more impressive at the moment, however, is the way he accounts for her misstep so easily.]

It's true, there is something to be said for a good long walk. [For lack of transportation.] I enjoy them at night, when the city is quieter, stiller. My brother and I used to walk everywhere in Sokovia.

[Though that was for lack of their own car, and before Pietro died and Novi Grad was destroyed. She never thought she'd ever consider those years simpler, sweeter times.]