"I'd love to see your work, Susan." Reed answered, though he was distracted by dropping himself onto the couch. Surprisingly, Reed found he had passed the point of actually being sleepy. He was so far beyond the usual working definition of tired that he had ceased to think of it in terms of sleep deprivation. It was so much more than just a physical exhaustion; it was mental, emotional, spiritual even-- and Reed Richards had never been a particularly spiritual person.
"Solid food in the past three days?" He repeated, thinking, then chuckled a little, wryly, "I'm afraid I can't remember what today is, dear, but I can tell you I haven't had any solid food in... I think we had meatloaf the night before I left."
Reed sat back on the couch, leaning against it and letting his head drop against the back of it, his eyes closing. When Namor spoke again, Reed lifted his head to consider him with a little more clarity, a stern, curious kind of look crossing his face. "If it's of that great of a concern to you, Namor, by all means, please examine the ship for yourself-- at your earliest convenience." He answered without wrath or hatred behind it; rather, it was simple, pointed and polite way of telling Namor that if he didn't wish to be in Reed's company there were many other places in the Baxter Building that would be suited to his needs.
"I'll be dismantling the ship as soon as I'm able to take it into the lab, at which point I'll be able to determine the exact origins and technologies used to construct it. From there I should find any tracking technology that may still be operational. Though it would quite a waste of their time and energy to track me-- all the Skrull Empire need do is pick up a tour book of New York to find the 'Home of the Fantastic Four'."