She shrugged, looking away, lips a thin line, not too keen on talking about herself either.
"Going to fix things?" she asked finally. They'd fire questions back and forth until someone caved or Tony grew bored of trying. She tapped her fingers along her knee, changing the colour of her nails and admiring them absently.
"You must get lonely," she added, tilting her head at him, "Is that why you keep coming here?"