"Really?" Tony replied immediately as if he could hardly believe it, dropping backing in his seat with his hands flat on the table and lips a narrow line as he studied Kate for authenticity. So that must have answered Kate's question, though Tony couldn't imagine what Clint's excuse was. The only reason Tony was sure she had to be just a kid, upon evaluation, remembering his fleeting panic at her familiarity before being able to classify her as 'Cassie's friend', was, well, Cassie. And Cassie was definitely twelve, right? Okay, Tony knew better than that, Cassie reminded him every goddamn day how much of an adult she was-- or, she used to.
Flicking it away with a tiny twitch of his hand, Tony tried to recover, "You look--", and shook his head, not sure how to even finish that sentence without being wildly inappropriate. Kate could fill in the blanks. "So-- what were we talking about? The, uh-- Yeah, stop thinking about it, I'm on it," he fumbled, shaking it all off to get back on track. Sort of. "He'll be ecstatic, don't ruin this for him. We'll bring them all back here and New York will have nothing to worry about."