"You can say that again," he agrees, nodding toward the front door of the hut before he moves to open it for her first, stepping to one side to allow her in. It's not exactly clean inside, but it isn't a pigsty either - more like the hut of an absent-minded professor, with books from the Compound scattered around and the table in the center of the dining area covered in papers and notations. The sliding door leading into the bedroom is partly ajar, but the bed itself is made despite it being a mattress only and no frame.

Bruce, meanwhile, moves to grab two clean glasses and the water pitcher, offering Wanda's to her first before taking a sip from his own. He tries not to guzzle too noticeably, but he might be a little more dehydrated than he'd originally let on, and the majority of the water is gone when he sets the glass on the counter, exhaling sharply.

"So, uh, how's it going?"