That actually got Tony to pause and meet Misty's eye, the only response the fsssh of the cleanser running over Misty's wrist while Tony stared skeptically at her then, without clear indication whether it had something to do with her arm or mental stability, reached up to lift her brow and squint at her eye adjusting to the light. "And just how nice was she," he eventually asked as he released her face, returning to his methodical work up her forearm, "to deserve such a gift this year? And without even coming to see Santa herself. That's bold." Maybe she wasn't as 'over it' as Misty had said. Tony really needed to get a new assistant. Abruptly, he jerked one of the worn-through wires clean out of her arm before it could spark in protest, halting the flickers of movement dancing through the works and making Misty's arm drop as dead weight. This was apparently surprising enough for Tony to duck his head, twisting her arm to see where the wire had come from and pushing the robot and its completely unhelpful spray away from them.