It wasn't clear to Tony if that was meant to be a call out, but it certainly made him feel self-conscious when the suit was supposed to effect the opposite of that. It wasn't like he was armored up at all times. He didn't sleep in the Iron Man. Usually. It wasn't a comfortable sleep. He bowed his head, then hesitated a beat longer before pulling the helmet off, tucking it under his arm and passing a hand through his hair as though this was all a casual, natural progression of the conversation, answering before he had settled again with his hand on his hip, "A while." He didn't really want to give her an exact number, but it was long enough to know that he couldn't handle the job himself and get over his pride enough to come ask. "She's, uh, actually outside...?" he did have to admit, lip raising in a self-deprecating grimace. "We found her out there, and I didn't know how she would take to our atmosphere and then she just didn't...leave."