Still deliberate, like the casual way he settled to lean against the guard railing was a video in slow motion, Tony shifted to hold his helmet against his stomach and watch her with as much neutrality as he could manage. As neutral as one could seem when one barely blinked. That was where his honey-dragged movements stopped, and he would wait for her to approach. No need to get her any more jumpy. He just wanted to talk.
"Don't let anyone else make you underestimate that one," he instructed, fingers just lightly tapping on his helmet, thinking about Jan and how unpredictably indispensable she had always been on the team. His lips pressed into a thin line then, slightly apologetic for attempting the small talk route, feeling it was a little insultingly obvious. If she was anything like the Cassie Tony knew, she was brighter than that; anyone could see that by the time she learned to talk. But instead of asking, he just raised his eyebrows, inviting any answers she wanted to offer.