[...Okay, that? That little phrase under your breath? It's not really helping your case. You can bet your wrench he's going to make sure that any potential donors read the full disclosure. Well, maybe not him. He'll have to see about getting someone else to do it for him. They certainly have enough hero types in this place.
It occurs to him- as he's watching her twirl the wrench- that for once, he is Pepper, being all responsible and moralistic and "no, Tony", "absolutely not, Tony", "oh my God, Tony, no!" This is him, being Pepper. As in, Pepper is channeling herself through him. How is this even happening right now?
He kicks a wheeled stool over to her. Might as well sit down while they're talking, if she wants.]
And I get that, I get your concern. You're absolutely right to be worried about the water supply. All I'm saying is, there are easier ways to defend a machine than to have it armed to the teeth, where it can be accidentally triggered by one of those little rugrats you're talking about. A force field maybe. Set to stun? [Yeah, sorry, Agatha. He just channeled Star Trek there.]