"Rusty? Wow, never thought I'd see the day!" She teased him, laughing a little more openly than before. Which, considering what they were joking about, was... weird. "Looks like you've traded them in for hero skills. If you're as good at that as you were the playboy thing, then I'd say you're golden." She regretted using that colloquial phrase just as soon as she'd said it, but covered it with another laugh. She should've said something like "you're set" or "you won't have anything to worry about," because that's what she honestly meant, but "you're golden"? Yeah, that had more possible meanings than she'd care to admit.
She gave him a brief, skeptical glance when he said that his father would have been sad to miss her. She doubted it, but she didn't say anything to contradict him. "Michael, I can barely handle my own family. What makes you think I can handle yours?" She gave him a small smile. "And hey, if you need the space, you can always kick me out. I'm just visiting, and if people are starting to live here, it sounds like you're gonna need all the space you can get."