Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[He looks down at her, face tense, and then the faceplate closes with a faintly hydraulic hiss. The benefits of suits and helmets: obscurity. His voice is now vaguely robotic and distant from the speaker.] Are you hurt? You have, literally, three seconds to tell me no it's not serious before we blow this popsicle stand and find a hospital in Jersey. [It's sort of a joke. They're already in the air, he holding her easily. JARVIS is doing scans and heartrate tests and all kind of ridiculous things that wouldn't be possible unless Iron Man has a hand on your bare skin and he's acting like there's not an oximeter along with the ability to literally divide someone's brain in two via laser embedded in the metal.]