"Anything at all." He smiled softly, and stepped back, sweeping her a bow. He felt the scene fade and shuddered. "Science is the art of finding out what makes the impossible impossible and then proving it wrong, in my opinion. There is always an answer, even if the answer is sometimes, temporarily, no. Here and now, today, there are wonders galore to be found." He tapped the wall near them, and a small tablet slipped out.
"This is... this is a comprehensive list of the projects I am working on, and ideas I am pondering pursuing. Some light reading, as they say, if you are curious." He offered it to her. If they were to be working partners, somewhat, then he wanted her to have it.
Part of him worried though, and he knew he would have to do blood tests as soon as she left. He hadn't come that close to an incident since the shooting. And that boded badly for his ability to work closely with anyone. Which, to quote Tony Stark, sucked balls.