"Well that suit ain't exactly the paragon of warmth." Betty drew her finger from his metal toes to his helmet. She didn't suppose he'd ever tried installing the 'cuddle hormone' into the Iron Man, but hey, no one ever beat a bad guy with hugs and promoted bonding. Well. Ghandi, probably. Tony clearly knew his limits. Hands on her hips, Betty tilted her head with her mouth screwed up in contemplation. "How long have you had it for?" she asked. Could its real mom be looking for it? With the less recent influx of alien refugees, separation was possible. "Where're you keeping it?" Betty might've been getting ahead of herself now. From a medical standpoint, she wondered whether or not holding it away in their engineered atmosphere was even good for the little one. How was it doing? Would it need vaccines? Did aliens even get vaccinated? Slow down, she told herself, sure that Tony would give her all the important details.