Susan had barely seen Tony since the venture out of the U.S. had began and she reveled in the simple rumble of the engines and weak attempt to concentrate on the company e-mails now filling her own mail box. Now that they were out in the steamy weather of Haiti, the blond lowered her sunglasses and immediately regretted her choice of a work blouse and skirt. The heat was oppressive and she was sure it would only get worse as the day went on. Hopefully, when they found a place to rest she would race away to the restroom and change her outfit into something more comfortable and fitting for the scene and not the office.
She had been so consumed in her own head-like always- that she didn't hear his footsteps until he was behind quite suddenly and leaning over speak softly in her ear, his breath tickling her skin and she shivered automatically. It took a second to gather her thoughts for a reasonable answer and when she did, she chided herself for allowing him to mess with her thoughts so very much and break her resolve she had so carefully constructed before the trip. It was Tony; the unexpected should have been expected.
"Of course I did. The Baxter Building should always have connections", she answered. "Still some were not the most interesting of folk...but I when your only real connection to business is you, Tony Stark, no one can compare in the interesting perspective of things..." she was surprised at her own boldness, but perhaps having a few mojitos on the plane had brought it on?