"Funny," she rolled her eyes, too anxious to be amused and Tony's cavalier attitude (what else was new?) didn't actually put her at ease. She'd been pacing since she'd let him in and his explanation of the device was not particularly welcome. There was a special curvature propulsion system spitting out unknown energy in her secret loft. Whatever Tony thought of the decor, she'd rather not lose the place in a freak explosion. The rent was phenomenal, the neighborhood was tolerable, the view was incredible and it had survived the zombie apocalypse intact. What more could a girl ask for from the place she used to get away from the world? Not that crazy thing against the wall that currently had the potential to ruin a nice evening in.
"Can you turn it off?" was the next logical question to ask because why in the hell was he just lounging there on the sofa and not shutting the damned thing down? "I don't know how-" obviously "And I didn't want to risk trying." Prudent, in her opinion. Distantly she realized that Tony hadn't posed the logical question he was entitled to, but then it had to be pretty obvious (it wasn't like she'd picked this up at a garage sale) and now she was feeling foolish and a little resentful towards Nick, wherever he was, for putting her in this position in the first place. This was the last time she helped anyone move.