Far more female that history would believe. Well, yes. That much was a given. "It's the attractive female part that surprises me," Tony commented, the beginnings of a smirk forming at the corners of his mouth, "but I'm sure you already knew that part, too." It didn't hurt that she was also intelligent. Good looks and intelligence went a long, long way in his book. Though, now that they were on the subject of her and her brother, Tony couldn't help but ask her about the details behind their little secret arrangement. "If those were your ideas, why didn't you use them yourself? Why give them to your brother?" Because times were different back then? So what?
At his question, a waiter appeared with a large plate of shrimp accompanied with various dipping sauces. Ah, appetizers. That was good. After spending the entire day holed up in his personal work space, Tony was starving. He piled a few of the shrimps onto his plate, happy that he had something to munch on while he waited for the main course.
"The Farnsworth. Is that the only product that you have plans on producing?" Tony was working on a few things himself, like a Devil's trap that appeared in any designated location at the click of a button, but he wasn't against having a few more bright minds working with them to improve their odds of survival. If Helena had more ideas that she wanted to put into a testing phase, Tony wouldn't protest them. He had the money. He had the resources. It wouldn't hurt to give a few new things a try. It'd be a more meaningful thing to fund than his private entrance for when he went into Iron Man mode.
...no, wait. It wouldn't be. But it'd be pretty darn close.