He wasn't sure if he could honestly call himself a hero or not - he did what he needed to be done, but as he did it with an incredibly advanced suit of flying armor, he figured the circumstances warranted the 'super' part of that. "Press started it," he said amiably. "Who am I to argue with what our fine editors have denied to broadcast to the world?" He couldn't help the quick smirk. "I'm trying for more humility in my daily life, but I can't help it if I'm generally awesome."
She wasn't really supposed to answer the last, it was just that he couldn't help himself. If she did take him up on it, he'd be enthusiastic, but then, he never could help himself then, either. But if she didn't, nothing to get bent out of shape over.
She pressed for a little bit more, and he wasn't sure what else there was. Did he really have to start babbling about Afghanistan? because he always avoided it on the grounds that it generally sucked and he would assume that she thought the same. "And it'll be easier for you to fly the jets now that you're out of a coma?" he guessed.