Business complete, and even with a smile, even Tony felt he might not come away from this too scarred. With the blueprint fading back into the strange, unreflective blackness of the suit's coating, he deigned to move closer to her again, one hand held against his stomach and the other offered as a whole array of things Tony was not good at expressing. That's what he had PR people for. If he tried to say anything, it would come out kind of like 'I'm sorry I found out that you fuck your brother, but we cool, right?'
A hand. A peace offering, a thanks for her commitment, and a guarantee that this would not be their last meeting.