She mmhmed and kissed his cheek, because arguing with the inventor types over fine-line definitions was never good. Heck, there was a whole division of lawyers devoted to Intellectual Property claims and suits. "Just make sure whatever you mess with is contained," she added in the humoring tone. She stuck out her tongue when he conceded temporary defeat and smirked.
Felicia held still and watched with surprised and a little unease as the falling apart robot... undid the bedding for Victor. She pointed at the heap limping out. "Are you mentally controlling that? Did Gibson do that? Do I still get my sundae?" she asked cautiously, priorities always. Looking back at him, she frowned and waved a scolding finger. "I didn't come here to jet set and make a scene, Price, I came to check in on you and keep you company. An adventure for you for the next week or so will just consist of getting to the kitchen for tea and toast."