The issue isn't with the approach- hell it isn't even an issue. Tony's hands are slung in his pockets, head tilted to the side as he squints down at her sketches. "I don't like to be handed things."

A beat.

"It's a- peeve."

A thing? A quirk. When you're a rich genius you can get away with a few quirks and it's not at all due to having horrible photographs shoved into his grip, or someone shaking his hand and hauling him off balance on purpose, or any other variation of the same except for where it really honestly is. "You try gravity? Holding tank above the rig, let physics do the work for you? Basic shit but it'd get you started until we figure out something better."