Tony looked up and waved, his arm fully sleeved in Iron Man armor, a repulsor glowing at the palm of his hand. Even though the timeline situation overall was bad - it seemed to maintain a constant state of bad - he managed a huge grin to finally meet a fellow science enthusiast in person. He liked Hope already, because she walked in there with confidence, like she was ready to crack open a can of unfiltered business. And that was the kind of gusto that Tony Stark always appreciated.
"Hi! Nice to meet someone else with science dad issues," Tony said, holding one hand out to greet Hope. It was the armored hand, but Tony was confident enough that nothing would fall apart or go boom. "And you're geared up for kicking ass and taking names."
Hopefully not his. There was some testing he wanted to do and he didn't want to be in a state of ouch while doing it. Yet again.