Occupying herself with the battle strategy of an active, enormous rift is not an unusual thing— Gwenaëlle's mind is moving swiftly along familiar lines, accounting for the new variable that is Wanda but—

apparently not in great enough detail. That question catches her attention, though, swerving the focus of her remaining eye back to the new rifter with the kind of gleam that is typically inspired by limited edition sportscars and/or casual arson. Her answer is abundantly obvious before she even says, “You can do that?”

Wanda, she could kiss you on the mouth.

“I've no trouble with heights at all.”