"I didn't name them, don't worry - they're just numbered," Hope chuckled. Scott was the softie who did tend to name the ants, but that was just him. She walked over to where Tony was examining the coffee - and it would probably last him, what, a day or two? Kidding.
Talking about the science of everything thrilled her, what could she say. She was eager to share this with other minds who could appreciate what her father had developed - people she could work with, people who weren't fucking Cross. "Altered slightly," she replied to his question. "The scale, mass, strength, and density are altered - we're basically adding or subtracting mass using that subatomic dimension I mentioned."
She folded her arms across her chest. "For shrinking, force and energy are compressed - I made the 'like a bullet' comparison when I explained it to Scott, so, packing quite a punch is possible even at the smaller size."