Wanda gazes at Parson's thinkagram image, a serene (or dazed?) expression on her face. The blonde archon's fingers appear in the foreground; a silver-haired archon's face is hidden by her hair as she looks into the background. There, Ansom is directing troops from his rolled-up flying carpet. Three archons, a yellow, a green and a red dwagon and various other flying forms follow Ansom's directions. The yellow and green dwagons, at least, carry riders.
Wanda Firebaugh: If you are concerned, then I am.
What do you recommend?
Parson Gotti: Eh...
Well the veil's blown now.