"What is he going to do, give you a disappointed look and call you 'Son'? The man doesn't do petty like that."
Dane pointed out the prototype and she turned to inspect it as well, sighing. "Consider it like inverted dialysis, filtering him back to the same system and not drifting off on the cosmic winds. The physical therapy will take a while to retrain him how to function in the physical world."
She waved her hand dismissively about his concerns. "We have Stark tech wormed into our stuff, and space alien tech and plenty of other dangerous pieces. They'd rather have a small window into the private lab that be blind to any threats. We have whole departments for chasing down IP dangers. You okay with the Man above the Man noodling in your stuff?"