It's quiet on the observation deck in every sense of the word. Wanda used to come here when she needed to get away from the mental chatter of the rest of the ship and despite the bad memories now associated with this place, it still fulfills her need for peace.

She's deliberately sitting on the opposite side of the deck she'd watched C-Primary implode from, back pressed against one of the cold metal columns. Is it the memories getting to her or is it actually slightly chillier here than normal? She pulls her coat tighter around herself and looks up to see Bel. Good timing - the quiet is good but sometimes it gets a bit eerie up here.

"Good, you didn't get lost." Wanda scoots over to make room against the column. The deck could really do with some proper seating. Maybe a few cushions. "They did not overwork you, I hope?"