Tommy's glad that he has her full attention, but he looks as though he doesn't know what to do with it. He looks pale and tired, and he tightens his fingers around Aña's shoulder when Wanda speaks in another language--not knowing if that was a threat or something else.

"I know that," he hisses, dipping his head a little, wishing that Wanda had the decency to slip outside and let him talk to her on his own. He doubts she trusts him very much. The feeling is certainly mutual. "But I'm not dragging you and M into my shit."

Tommy lets go of one of her shoulders, only so he can run a hand through his hair. "I don't think she's giving me much of a choice here. And if they know where I am, what the hell is stopping TRIDENT from knowing? They weren't exactly done with me, Chica."