The little caresses of her fingers falter slightly in a distracted manner as she mulls that over, watching the evident conflict play across his features.
"You will." Crack this. She thinks, biased as though she may be, that Tony has a better chance at doing that than most of the others stuck here. She sees no reason not to believe in his ability to crack the code eventually, considering how he seems to always manage to pull a rabbit out of his hat against the odds.
Laying her head back on his shoulder, she sighs deeply, closing her own eyes. "Then I suppose you'll have to open a shop."