She smirked and tipped her chin up, playing this game of his on who was more prepared for their meeting. "Let me see... You are both a gypsy and of noble birth, and was collected by the American military in your teens to be educated at their best while you made weapons for them." She started to stroll about, her clever eyes never leaving his though. "You were even in competition with the legendary Reed Richards in the same program. But your attempts to splice occult with quantum science went mmm, explosively awry, and you fashioned this armor to compensate. Cold iron for the base, I'd wager."
She smirked and nodded, hands clasped behind her like a teacher reciting a lecture. "You collected the broken down people of your homeland and over-threw the backed figurehead of the country, yet insist to be called Doctor and ruler to remind of your unsurpassed intelligence." With a mild expression she added, "You prefer your meat well done, hate cloying sweets and have a particular fondness for vanishing blondes." She batted her eyes, waiting for his judgement.