Well, she knew better to think that he would back off. The darkness was no longer an advantage; Spider-Woman sped through, dually concentrated on the tracker and the sound of Iron Man's whereabouts. She supposed it would have been more strategic to partner up with him in this hellish quest and then ditch, but she had a feeling that Iron Man would have come crashing through that passageway at some point regardless, making that same quip, waving his little hand lights in her face. Spider-Woman had come to a halt and dropped her arms to her sides, then brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose impatiently.
"Okay, here's the thing," she remarked, flippant: "I like you, truly. But I think we need some time apart--it's not you, it's me. It's just that I don't have time to make this work between us, and I care, I really do, but right now I need you to get the fuck out of my way. How's that?"