"Hmmm..." Tony intoned, finally surprised by Misty, eyebrows up but focus still on her stripped arm. It gave a jolt, unprompted, then methodically started running through its base functions; fingers curling and stretching, one at a time then all together, then the wrist, rotating and bending, then all together, and so forth while Tony used his free hand to swipe across the details on the screen next to him, splaying and tapping a blind command. "That must have been some trauma," Tony retorted, "Misty Knight, inviting me onto her ship to explore together. I don't think I've ever seen your house." Meanwhile, as her arm still ran its systems, he turned his shoulder against her for the leverage as he wrenched another strip from her bicep, letting it drop with the rest of the garbage on the floor.