Tony wasn't sure if he was relieved that she wasn't directing some hurt at him and understood enough that he wanted to help in his emotionally clumsy way, or horrified that she accepted and he was now bound to this next chaotic however-long-it-took. Kate seemed to be keeping it together, though, so maybe not all girls were unpredictable tear constructs. As long as Tony managed not to do anything abrasive and insensitive, this might not go too poorly; maybe Jess was around to keep him mindful of his mouth. For now, keeping it shut would minimize the damage, he thought, so he just laid a careful hand on Kate's shoulder as they stepped together into the elevator.
It snapped back at her question and, without a lot of other places to go now that they were trapped in a hurtling box, alighted awkwardly on Tony's chest, as if to say, 'Who, me?' Okay, he couldn't sell that, so he shrugged apologetically, mouth twisted to the side, prepared to claim emotional distress if she was going to grill him over it. That didn't really work with Pepper, but this girl could have been more impressionable, despite what her crisp little suit said. Maybe not. "Someone told me I sent too many naked pictures, I was trying to establish a baseline," he diverted before they had to go down that lane. The elevator doors opened to the Avengers penthouse, already smelling of fresh coffee and bacon. Tony could have been a little off with the 'lunch' guess.