Undettered, Tony just chuckled and glanced to the screen again, watching the text scroll until it cut suddenly black, plunging the room back into the cool, constant blue of the idling consoles. In one move he stood and pulled all three wires from his arm with a tug, his flinch in his face and gone as fast as it took him to push his sleeve back down and hide the pinpricks already scabbing over. And there, from standing and pulling to pushing and looking up, he was standing in front of her squared and straight backed and testing the personal space boundary. "That's funny, you didn't strike me as the rose petals and lavendar candles type, I'm not usually wrong," he said, voice low like he meant to keep a secret in a crowded room, steely eyes locked on hers, challenging.