If she had been anyone other than who she was she might have flinched at the touch, as it was she looked at his hand on her seeing the gesture for what it was - an offered comfort in this space that held so many terrible memories for her. Terrans were like that, and Nebula who had never had that kind of thing in her life - at least not until she'd met Tony had been unused to it for a time, but she had crown more aware of it and accepting of it the more time she'd spent in their company.
Stark's daughter was especially fond of those kinds of shows of affection. And Nebula was fully aware what a gift it was to find something like that in someone so small.
"Yes," She agreed, it was the worst. But rather than go on about it, or try and ask her questions about the equipment Tony simply told her that he'd take care of it. He even offered to help her seal the room off once it was taken care of.
"Thank you," She said, both for his willingness to take care of the room but also for giving her the permission to leave the space while he looked around. "I will just be-" She nodded back toward the direction of her own room. It had been a surprise the way it arrived, like the room they were in, but now more than ever it was a comfort she hadn't known she was missing being here. It made her feel better to have it, to be able to retreat to the familiar space that didn't hold the same kind of memories that the other did. The hum of engines settled something deep within her that she never could name.