That all sounded familiar, and while Betty worked on putting those pieces together to make a face, she took to the double-end bag that seemed to accommodate her stature a lot better than the speedbag did. "Pepper Potts, yeah, I remember now!" She gave the bag a few experimental taps. "Could run a whole country if she wanted to." Her mouth turned up in a bantering smirk. "Cuter than you, too." Betty dodged and hit increasingly harder the quicker the ball rebounded, worked herself into a drill and happy rhythm. Until the ball sprung back just a tad too hard and she lost her groove, then she punched it through a wall. Oops! Betty examined the damage and clicked her tongue, then turned back to Tony as if not a second of time had been lost in their conversation, and grinned. "She available?"