[This evening had been entirely more eventful than he would have guessed, what with interdimensional children showing up out of the woodwork and meeting new people and seeing old friends again. He really does need to sit down with Wanda and process it, make a plan, talk things over with her--and be alone with her, which has a recharging effect on him as much as sleep does for nearly anyone else.

So he takes her hand gladly and skips right over the semi-occupied hotel in favor of seeking out something more private.]

It's difficult to say with any degree of certainty, but this does not seem to have originally been a residential sector. These, er, shops? We could lay claim to one of them for now, and then improve it or find a building better suited to a living area over the next few days. We may have to use vines and leaves for bedding tonight.

[He's had all sorts of ideas, from testing the tensile strength of the vines to weave them into hammocks to finding or making cloth sacks to stuff some of the sturdier leaves into, like corn-husk mattresses, to the unlikely event that they can find a lovingly preserved set of anti-gravity beds in one of the less-ruined buildings. An android can hope.

He strokes Wanda's hair apologetically.]

It may be a few days before we have a decent display of comfort, but we can make this work.