At first, Tony looked as though he might have been actually offended-- not the tight smile he gave to the press when they asked him whether he realized he was a global terrorist, but the affronted, surprised frown he had yet to be able to control when confronted with some atrocity he couldn't deny. Not that he could ever explain in small enough words to anyone from the Daily Bugle why he had to do such things, so it was a constant surprise when they figured out who was to blame. Just like Sue's ongoing discovery of her cojones-- or, more perhaps more appropriately, couilles-- was a surprise Tony had no way to be prepared for. He turned that frown on the driver he was trying to hitch with like he might be able to offer answers for this turn of events, but the man could only chuckle in confusion, and feel mildly threatened by the stare. "Do you know this woman?" Tony had to ask him, jerking a thumb at Sue, and only smiling with delight when the driver stammered, trying to figure out his place in this discussion.
That was exactly where Tony left him, to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the ride to the site, and graciously opened the truck door for the Sue he was eager to get to know. "There are three points to this project," he finally explained when he was seated next to her, arm along the seat behind her shoulders and closer than might have been strictly necessary, but here he didn't have to raise his voice over the sound of the engine. "The earthquake left the island dealing with a influx of malaria infections, which has to be confronted from two directions. Where we're going is point 2 of the project-- actually, what we're calling Impact Zone 1. The other team is heading to the hospital to treat the symptoms, and we're going to treat the cause."