Like being thrown way back into the past or marooned on a pre-warp planet without any of the technology they're used to. Still, he has to admit that it's not a situation he's terribly fond of either. Especially not when it's not something that they've had any real choice in. And something with no immediately visible way out. But he has patience enough to spare, and sooner or later the Observers have to either make a mistake or otherwise tip their hands.

For the time being, however, those thoughts take a dim second place to the way he and Bev are cuddled up together. And the fact that it is as enjoyable as it is, even discounting the warmth they're sharing.

It isn't until she turns to look at him that it occurs to him that perhaps they actually should consider talking about certain things. Things that have perhaps been a long time coming, yes, but things that are suddenly proving to be surprisingly relevant, and he's just about to begin to answer the concern in her voice when all of a sudden they find themselves no longer precisely alone. Not that he pulls away from Beverly entirely - the fact that they're both curled up under the same blanket makes that a little awkward - but his posture tenses, almost, arm retreating a little bit from where it had been wrapped around Beverly's shoulder.

And for a moment, there's simply silence, as he's torn between doing the polite and saying hello to Wanda and simply pretending that nothing has happened.