"I do not believe that any sort of customer should be subjected to my ineptitude in that regard," William said with a small smile. He wasn't offended in the least. He was self-aware enough to realize how disastrously that particular situation would end. Besides the fact that Darcy would rather throw himself in a literal pit of fire than attempt to interact with that many strangers in a day. No, working at Stark Industries was just fine by him.
He nodded, falling silent for a moment as she talked of the beginnings of her time in Lawrence. He had meant to thank her a while back for her help with Gigi when she was brought back from the alternate reality, but hadn't found a good moment to bring it up. But now that it was there, not completely in the open, but still mentioned, he just went for it. "Thank you, for looking out for Gigi." His words were quiet, and he didn't elaborate further. For so long in his life, it had just been himself, Gigi and his very small circle of friends that looked out for them, and it was difficult and humbling to see others want to look out for his sister, too. "I am sure that you will figure it out. There are benefits to both options."
Yes, their sisters were most assuredly crazy. For years, Gigi had been agitating William into bringing girlfriends (or any girl, honestly) home, overly invested in making sure that he apparently didn't lose function of certain areas. It was both overly embarrassing and strange. It seemed that in this particular instance of trapping him, however, he may end up owing Gigi a thank you.
He was relatively sure he would not be giving her one, though.
Darcy nodded as they reached the front of the line, fishing in his pocket for his wallet as he turned to Lizzie. "After you," he said cordially.