Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Central Park where she almost started out and Pepper's tight nod is already routing out a way back to Stark Tower along the cross-hatched streets that teem with people on a good day and destruction below. A small, sharp smile.]
You're going to give him alien technology to play with? Let me clear out a week of meetings first. [Because she doesn't think, the way the others do, of the next step needed to shut things down, she thinks of after.
A look down at the shirt, something that had been pristine and impossibly pressed that morning, hung in her closet] I can pick up another. I don't think Barneys sells that... [A pause. Eyebrows. The suit summed up wordlessly. But adrenaline is hammering home, the danger removed, or isolated to this point, at the end of gun-point, is like weightlessness. It's like being drunk. It's terrifying.]