That was as good of a chance as any for Tony to quickly shunt his stool back then gingerly reach down to inspect Misty's incredibly well contained armory, leaving Misty's arm to drop heavily while she dealt with the mess she was at least 50% responsible for. The robot, for once, froze, like if it didn't move, no one could see it, only the spray nozzle continued to drip, like a smoking gun.
"They do that," Tony murmured, which explained his quick reaction, and how he casually continued, "How do you know it's vibranium?" Since it was obviously the jewel of her collection, Tony hauled it out first, delicate grasp on the hilt with the point balanced on the floor. It was, that much was clear, but it would be reassuring to hear how much she knew and where she learned about her fantastic alien murder grab bag before he went touching anything else. Her dead arm, apparently, wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.