She opens her mouth to remind him that she has no idea what he's talking about, but is beginning to get the feeling that he both doesn't particularly care and isn't liable to stop anytime soon. "I would have much rather something to fly over the canyons rather than my risking life and all my limbs," she concurs as she bundles her jacket a little tighter to her neck, wandering inside to investigate what he's been working on. She can't help her fond smile that she works to hide in her collar, thinking how very familiar this is. At least Tony isn't sending her away to fetch him disgusting liquid cheese so that he can concentrate.

"Can I help?" she asks, pointing very deliberately to the plate with her chin. "While you eat," she adds pointedly. "Don't think I'll let you go hungry."