Spider-Woman might as well have known Iron Man was trying to diagnose her for being so obediently still. He came to a slow stop some feet away, head tilted as though in inquiry, taking the opportunity to batter her with as many diagnostics as the suit could manage at this distance. Nothing really seemed right about her, but his record insisted, and easy extrapolation to her power set suggested that the worst of her non-human read was entirely baseline. There was just that increasingly familiar alien object in her brain.
The lean stretch of her push to stand teased Tony out of his reverie and would have likely pushed him into another one entirely if Spider-Woman wasn't stained with he-didn't-want-to-know-what to her neck. Instead, Iron Man raised his chin expectantly, rolling his own shoulders back before giving a shrug and raising a hand to flip a crudely cut gem as easily as a coin into his palm. It wasn't much of a Cosmic Cube, but it was giving him a most remarkable gamma signature. "I'm sorry, were you ready to go?" he replied delicately like he had been thoughtfully waiting on her this whole time. She did look so awfully busy, he couldn't be blamed for the misunderstanding.