[ In hindsight the question about where they are is a stupid one. Despite having very little recollection (read: none) of what he had done, he had had no reason not to believe the Thunderbolts when they had recounted the damage he'd done to the city. Nor did he have any reason not to believe them when they gave him a full run down of what he was capable of. The last fourteen months had been as much about working on his mental state as it had been about self-discovery.

All of which is to say he knows why they're here and how they're here but there's something distinctly off about this place. Like some part of him knows this isn't just something he can chalk up to an accident or even something he'd done purely on his own accord. Because how had he learned Wanda's name? This isn't a memory. This is an empty room. One that is nonetheless precious and important to her.

Confused and worried he remains sat on the floor trying not to slip down the slippery slope that this is his fault. Again. And it would be easy to let himself sit here and fester in that feeling were it not for the fact that Wanda turns around right when she does. Bob snaps back to his senses. He can't let himself do that. Not when she looks as frightened as he does. ]

Uh, I, [ He scrambles to his feet looking very much like a newborn foal though he very much keeps his distance between them. ] I know it's scary. And it might be my fault. I'm not sure. But I've been here - well not here before, but we can find a way out. Together.