There was a pause before Tony answered, his head canted as he studied her, taking in the boredom, the barely revealed curiosity? mischief? spark of interest, the absolutely aggressive carelessness and ease with the gun in her hands. He didn't hide his interest, but let his lopsided grin speak for his intent while he simply explained, "Keep me company." If the set of her jaw or the mechanical dedication to her weapon were any indication, she wasn't going to take to that offer very easily. He let it hang between them for a beat, just long enough for her to decide what kind of offense she needed to take in it, then added, "I need someone on the lookout to keep anyone else from getting into the command center. I can't trust these assholes not to fuck something up." Careless then, like the smirk was never there, gloves bunched against his jutting hip where his hand hooked over his belt, Tony just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his exasperation with the ramshackle crew.