Tony smirked at them both, just as a leery Happy veered off to exit out of the lab's doors. He knew it was because Hap would say he wanted to keep an eye out for any bloodshed. Tony was pretty sure it was also because Happy just wanted to gossip about it like a grouchy old biddy, later on.
"Yay! Glad he's not mincemeat," Tony blurted out, turning to grab a coffee cup. "Good drivers are hard to find. Even if he takes the long way to everywhere. I swear that guy hits every red light on purpose."
Tony's gaze seemed to skim over Nebula, assessing on the surface just how much augmented tech she was modified with. It wasn't merely that he was interested in it from an engineering standpoint, but that he realized it would've hurt like hell to get pieced together like that.
"I know this' weird," he said, motioning with the cup to a nearby coffeemaker, in case she wanted to try some. "We, or some other us's, were on Titan at some point. Not exactly a go-to vacation spot. Really not with your moon-dropping mad dad there. I heard some from Gamora about what a major asshole that guy is, but I was hoping you could fill me in more."
Even during a first meeting when he was in full anxious mouth vomit mode, Tony wasn't one to mince words. Not even when the person he was talking to was capable of turning others into mincemeat.