Carol watched Tony with no small amount of a fascination in much the same way one might observe a maestro direct a symphony orchestra. However, due to many years of training and discipline, it wasn't apparent on Carol's rather stoic expression. She watched the documents collect and wondered she should reach out and touch it. Deciding against it, glanced up at Tony over the graphics.
That sounded dangerously like a challenge, typically Carol didn't respond well to challenges. "That is correct, Mr. Stark, on both accounts."
Her eyes dropped from his face as another file came to slide around, coming to a slow halt right in front of her, finding its resting place on top of the other files. There... the GASB 14 Component Unit. The heart, if you will, of the StarkJet holo-display and console unit and of all problem her problems. They failed and when they did all electronic counter measures went with it, leaving your stealth jet a sitting duck. Carol's hands began white knuckling the arm rest of the couch, the only outward sign of turmoil coursing through her veins.
Her eyes flicked back up. Was this intentional? Or mere happenstance that he should call forth this bit of information for her perusal. "Did you know I met you five years ago? Tomorrow actually..."