River doesn't smolder in anger over what's been done to Peter, not the way Wanda does. For her, it's a shard of ice burrowing its way into her chest. Family always comes back in time. But the knowledge of how close they came to missing him makes her feel cold inside. She uses it like she'd use any tool. She spent hours in the markets, numbing herself to the pain in order to pick up what she needs for this part. A voice.

She looks over at Wanda, gesturing for her to get out of sight.

River takes a deep breath and calls out, her voice picking up the accent of some of the rich buyers, except the pitch is higher and makes her sound even younger than she is. "Papa? Papa, where are you?"

Stepping out into the guard's line of sight, she knows how she looks. Peter's jacket over a whimsical black dress. Little rich girl. The little girl part is most important. The warning that she shouldn't be there is a ignored as she steps closer, giggling.

"Papa said he had a present for me. I was supposed to meet him here." River doesn't look at Peter, not even a glance. She just pouts for the guard and waits until he's close enough to grab at her arm. Before he touches her, River is already twisting away, one knee coming up between the guard's legs to bring him down. She finishes him with a punch to the face.

Her hand only starts to ache once the guard is down and unconscious. In the end River decides the satisfaction of seeing the guard crumple is worth the pain.

"It's clear, for now," She calls to Wanda.