Sirkka was right, tits were the key to world domination. She smiled widely, smug in her victory at the older man and walked over to the suit her spoke of. She wriggled into it, it was a tight fit like a scuba diver's suit. "Years of practice at I'm not a super-freak does that. Jesus, can you breathe in this?" She looked up at him, weighing out the request. "It's safer this way, less strain on multitasking for me." The bits and sections of Rescue began to move toward her, aligning and bolting in as they combined. The restraints on Tony let go and he gently came back to the ground.