"You're not that charming, darling." She shook her head, eyes locked on him. She couldn't contain the slight smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips when he made the comment about how he couldn't run any more. "That's for sure."
She slid to sit on the counter, her legs dangling down beneath her. "I'm going to fix what I have to. I'm going to give you an alibi. Everything will be corrected." She took another sip of the blood packet in her hand. "And you'll walk out of here, in perfect health." She shrugged. The whole thing was all very simple, really, should have been obvious, but Tony had already proven that he couldn't quite stand silence, so she expected this to be a very drawn out night.