4242/Bat Delivery Service

Bat Delivery Service
Date of Scene:	10 April 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis:	Batgirl brings data to Captain America in regards to the Mutant Kidnappings. She gets to meet Tony Stark. A sketchbook may have disappeared during her visit, having nothing to do with the scene at all.
Cast of Characters:	Batgirl (Cain), Captain America, Iron Man

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Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    The Bat was out of Gotham. Not that Bat. The other one.
    Batgirl had quickly followed the direction of her mentor, heading for the Batcave so she could pick up one of the vehicles. She had considered the Batwing. She'd seen it operated so she knew the motions. However, if something went wrong, she didn't know how to keep it in the sky. Nor could she perform a controlled crash. Better to stick to what she did know which was one of the bikes. It was one designed for speed with no markings of any kind. If it were to be looked at closely when she wasn't near, there was no VIN or anything to be traced back.
    Oracle had helped with the GPS. It was programmed to show her the route she needed to follow to find the Avengers Mansion. The last choice had been attire. She'd presumed she would come as Batgirl. The suggestion by Batman had her changing into a pair of sweatpants, a tank top, a black leather jacket. The cap she had to tuck into her pocket for the ride over so she could get on her helmet.
    It wasn't a long trip. Cassandra parked the bike about a block away then secured it so that it couldn't be stolen. The helmet was left as well, locked onto the handlebars.
    She made her way on foot toward the mansion, a messenger style bag slung cross wise over her torso. The building itself wasn't difficult to approach although she could pick out a wide range of security devices recording her approach. She tugged her cap down lower and adjusted her sunglasses, which she had slipped on despite it being night time. At the front door, she raised her left hand and rang the bell.

Captain America has posed:
    The security measures Tony has placed on the grounds of the mansion were elaborate though perhaps not quite to the extent of the tower. It was still something of a secure location, with no square inch of the exterior unmonitored, and a variety of counter-measures on standby just in case of a hostile intrusion. But the parameters allowed the approach of foot traffic, of visitors, and of delivery people.
    When the data display scanned Cassandra, it's doubtful it registered as anything more than just a civilian. No weapons matching the scan criteria. No explosives or dangerous ordinance. Just a person with a messenger bag nad having arrived at this hour of the night.
    The signal went out to the Avengers on station. Just a unique buzz on their cells that would spring up a message to let those there know that someone was at the door even as the computers worked on facial recognition and biometric scans.
    So for Steve Rogers, when the cellphone makes that noise while he's seated on the porch in the back of the manor... he at first lifts it up from his pocket and puts it to his ear and says, "Hello?"
    Needless to say that does nothing about the visitor to the door. It's only after he pulls it away from his face and peers at the device that he sees the message on there and his lips part in a silent 'oh' that might have been hidden if he had company. The door. His blue eyes shift towards the corner of the manor and where the person must be. So instead of moving through the mansion...
    She'll hear his voice from the side as he walks around the corner and lifts his hand, "Heya." And that's him, the one she had seen before. The tall blonde man in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. A folded sketchbook is under his arm even as he has a box of colored pencils in his other hand. "Can I help you?" He asks as he draws closer.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    As he calls out, Cassandra turns her head his direction as muscles tense. An instant later, she relaxed as she recognized him.
    Her heart pounded a bit harder upon seeing the very person she had sought out. She knew the Avengers were a team, a group that fought as heroes against all sorts of threats. She kenw there were quite a few members. She did not expect to actually have him be the one greeting her so she wasn't prepared for it. As he moves, she watches him very closely behind her glasses. Every move so pure, precise. He was open and friendly even while being slightly cautious. He didn't expect trouble but if it happened, he would be ready to take it on. It was beautiful. In a world of darkness, he was a lighthouse drawing her in toward the safety of shore.
    She offered a brief wave of her hand instead of a spoken greeting. Her hand went into the messenger bag. She made sure to keep her movements slow and deliberate. Otherwise he might think she was drawing a weapon. When the bag had been scanned, the only things in it were the small leather kit containing a variety of glass sample containers and a USB drive. She pulled the leather kit out and held it up in front of her as an offering to him.

Captain America has posed:
    The blonde man with that easily offered smile has no idea how she perceives him. Oh he can take the measure of a man, and he listens to those instincts that tell his gut if he should trust someone or not, but nothing conscious. Nothing aware. But that small half-smile that seems almost a little sheepish doesn't read to her like the times she's seen others who have been prominent in the public eye. It's not a look of annoyance and tolerance. It's more a desire for that contact with people, something to keep him grounded.
    So when he strides towards her she can see him mentally girding himself for a reaction even though he sub-consciously watches her warily as she draws forth leather container with the evidence. Curiousity is there once she turns to him and holds it out towards him.
    A mild smile is there as he asks, "What's this?" He quirks an eyebrow and then extends a hand to take it from her if she wants. "Special delivery?"
    That grin broadens as he accepts the package and turns to consider it, digging his hand into his pocket as he seems to be searching for something. Then he extends a ten dollar bill towards her and says, "Thanks."

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    As he reaches out, she hands over the package. That's what she is here for. Nothing more. Just deliver the package and get back to Gotham City. She is almost loathe to hand it over so quickly since that will lead to him going back where he came from. No more watching the symphony. Likely, she would never see him again. The very idea causes a strange sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.
    As he holds out the bill to her, Cassandra just stands there. She looks at the bill, brow furrowing in consternation. Why is he handing her money? Does he think he owes her for it? It was something he needed, for his investigation. Not cookies from one of those girls in green who knock on doors. She shook her head negatively, hands coming up in front of her body but going no where near the ten spot.
    <Gotham. Evidence. Gang hideout.> she signs quickly. She has no idea if he can sign or not but she can't say the words so she has to try.

Captain America has posed:
    At the look in her eyes, Steve tilts his head to the side as his brow knits together a little. When she remains silent and then starts to gesture his expression turns a little confused but then she can see his eyes lift slightly in recognition as he then follows along the movements of her hands. Her words cause him to regard the package with more wariness and curiousity as he flips it open and peruses the contents.
    The containers, the data drive, the results of the scans. Definitely not what he had perhaps initially thought it was. "Gotham?" He asks her as he draws one of the small vials and considers it, then wisely replaces it in its holster and closes the leather container.
    "Is this a follow up to Horace Johns?" Steve asks her as he steps up onto the front porch and begins to move towards the front door, extending a hand to rest on the door knob but not quite entering yet as he still watches her.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    As he opens the pouch, Cassandra feels herself tensing. She's ready to try and snatch it back if he opens something he shouldn't. The evidence cannot be compromised. Her mentor taught her that. Letting him ruin it will not happen. Not that she likely could get it away but it wouldn't stop her from trying if she had to. When he tucks the vials back inside, she relaxes once more.
    He understood sign language. When he had confirmed Gotham, she had given a single nod. At the next question and the name Horace Johns, she gives another nod. She automatically takes a step toward the door, drawn like a moth to that light. Then she stops, frowning darkly at herself. She reaches up to adjust the cap again, being sure it is well tugged down. She isn't used to wearing the things. It shows by her mannerisms. An adjustment of the sunglasses and she takes the step backwards.
    She shouldn't stay here anymore. He knows what it is now. Just go down the block, get on her bike, and get out of here. Simple. Why wasn't she already walking? She flicked her gaze to Steve again.

Captain America has posed:
    Eyes narrowing Steve slides the leather pouch under his arm as he stands there with one hand on the door knob. He gives an answering nod in return to her admitting the context of the information. "I'll get these to someone who can put it to good use," Not that he's exactly a strong hand in the laboratory. He then frowns slightly, giving Cassandra a look low then high before he tilts his head to the side.
    "Do you work for the Batman?" He asks, though it makes sense considering his trip to Gotham. A beat, then he adds with a slightly different pitch to his voice as if the thought had just occurred to him. "Have we met?"

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    Her heart starts to thunder again. Should she tell him? Batman had always made it very clear that their secret identities were important. Otherwise, they could never have a life without the mask. They would ruin any chance of normalcy. She had been grounded a few months before for using her skills in public without a mask. So to share it would be something against everything she's been taught.
    Yet, she knew that Batman had team mates. The Justice League, where he had taken her to try and learn to speak and read. While the attempt had been a failure, she had learned that some of them knew the others secrets. Including Batman's. So was she wrong to share hers with someone that was trustworthy? If anyone on the planet was, it was this man who glowed so brightly to the girl who could read body movement as a language.
    Not that she can tell him verbally. It's not something she is able to do. She started to nod but realized that wouldn't necessarily answer for him either. The nod could be to one of the questions but not the other. So she simply snapped her leg up, chambering it, then firing so quickly that her foot was an inch in front of his face without touching. It was an exhibition of power and control all in one to have such precision. She remained in that position for a moment, regarding him behind the anonymity of her sunglasses, then slowly bring the leg back down.
    He had indeed met her and fought beside her.

Captain America has posed:
    The man's reaction is to straighten up, his hand lifting off the door knob and coming up slightly with the palm flat and open. His hips had turned just enough, that instinct for conflict coming to the fore though he checks it. Something about the woman or the movement, it's not exactly what it seems and the movement carries with it something other than malice.
    Yet that doesn't stop him from giving her the side eye with one eyebrow cocked even as he lifts a hand to lightly rest two fingers on the side of her extended foot and lightly 'nudge' it back towards the downward position. "I uh," He turns back to face her fully, that moderately confused look still clear upon his features though tinged with curiousity. He adds, "Think I get you." After all, he did meet an individual of talent the last time he went to Gotham.
    "Let me call a few people. They might have questions for you." He pushes open one of the double doors and gestures, "Would you like to come in?"

Iron Man has posed:
    The door opens out of Steve's hand though -- meaning, someone from the inside pulled it open. A very particularly famous someone: Tony Stark. He's recognizable even in casual attire, though being backed by the opulence of the Avenger's manor behind him, AND a small little floating silver toaster-sized drone beyond his left shoulder certainly make that even more clear. Tony opens the door like he's doing a broad reveal of magical door #2, game-show host style. And what they've won is Tony's presence!
    Tony leans his weight sideways on the door he opened, easygoing, semi-bored. His body language is quite different from Steve's in a large number of ways. Tony's the showman, but it's not entirely a front. "Steve, if you're not too busy, I wanted to ask you about our visitor," Tony begins automatically, clearly ignoring the delivery person at first, as he normally would. But then, a pause, as Tony slings a look towards Cassandra. Tony's brows quirk, dark eyes reviewing her. "Not this one, the other one," Tony says, and then there's suddenly that strong, charismatic grin on his face. "But I can come up with questions for her too, if she likes," Tony offers flippantly, pleasant.
    He pauses, glancing at the device in his free hand. And arches a brow once more, staring at the pair, then back to his device, flipping across the hologram bottom with a thumb. "/Also/, if you're going to fight, move it somewhere where I don't have to keep disabling my auto-turrets. It's annoying." He doesn't sound annoyed, though, more amused by the whole thing, long suffering.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    There was that lovely peace and light which was Steve.
    Then the door opened.
    Where Steve was the glow of moonlight on water, Tony was glaring neon. A cacophony of movement that was more heavy metal than beautiful symphony. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, it was simply jarring for Cassandra to be faced with that much all at once. There was genuineness in him which she could read. He liked to put on a show, draw attention. Confidence in the extreme in every shift of a finger or tightening of a tendon beneath his skin. The words flow out of his mouth in a waterfall. She understands them. She simply isn't sure why he is using so many. It's very different from her world and her circles. A few of her family perhaps might be chatty but nothing like this effervescence.
    When he smiles at her, she literally takes a step backwards again automatically. Then when he mentions auto turrets, a frown appears on her face and a tension in her form. There wasn't even a fight. She simply had given Steve her name. So to speak. Things were very different here from Gotham.
    Perhaps she should leave now. Ignore the invitation from Steve to enter and try to assist him. She was torn by that desire and the urge to run like hell. Not out of fear. Never fear. She didn't really understand that concept anymore. It was more that she was overloaded.

Captain America has posed:
    As the choice of opening the door is taken from him, Cap turns to face the newcomer to the outdoor meeting. And as quick as that, Cass can probably read a subtle change to the man's body language. It's a shift, the smirk at the corner of his mouth seems to affect his entire stance. He puts on a tone of voice that brings a subtle touch of feigned annoyance that's coloured with affection.
    "I don't think we're going to fight." He says pointedly, then shoots a half-smile Cassandra's way. It's a look that carries with it a subtle warmth, a protectiveness that comes to the fore as he can pick up on her anxiety. Oh he has no idea that he's doing it, but the way he encompasses her, accepts her into the conversation and the invitation inside seems to have come not just from the words and the thought, but his very manner... well it might at the least go some small way to assuaging her fear.
    He looks back towards Tony and starts to move into the house, "She brought us this. From the Batman in Gotham." Having said that he casually tosses the leather pouch the other man's way, letting him take the evidence off his hands.

Iron Man has posed:
    Tony is hardly unaware. He spooked her. Probably the auto-turret thing, he can guess. No, probably that he's Iron Man. Sometimes -- well, lots of the time-- girls are shy or get frozen up. Celebrity thing. They can't handle it. He's used to it. And he's casual, disarming. Well, in his way, anyway. "Relax. We're heroes but we're people too. Well. He is. I'm mostly a ---hey," Tony doesn't like the case lobbed at him, half because it interrupted whatever he was saying. He does flip it open and look inside. Test samples of something.
    "Huh. Batman? Great. I'm going to end up with a whole collection of random 'samples' from Batman. This is the second time, in less than a month. We're not his personal second-opinion laboratory," Tony comments, attention pulled off of Cassandra for the moment, at the very least. He isn't annoyed, though. He's curious, but masking it well. Though Cassandra will read through it.
    "Take this to the medical lab," Tony instructs the robot, hooking the parcel over the drone's limb, and waving it off. "If you drop it, you'll be on garbage disposal again." The little drone beeps a few times and floats away, far more careful with the item than either of the Avengers were.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    The music changes. Steve's body languages shifts subtly. He probably isn't even aware. He can tell she is ready to make her exit and he is trying to make her comfortable again. As Tony speaks, she flicks her gaze to him again. He too is being reassuring.
    Until he bashes Batman. If she had hackles, they would be raised. She has learned to glower from one of the best and she is about to let them see that when she realizes his body language isn't matching his words. He's not as annoyed as he sounds. In fact, he wants to know what those samples are. She relaxes again and looks from the two polar opposites standing before her.
    Steve said they might have questions. She's not sure what she can answer that the video on the USB drive from her mask cam when she investigated the building won't show. Yet, she is in this now. She volunteered to bring this information to them instead of having it sent some other way.
    Taking a deep breath, she walks up and into the mansion.

Captain America has posed:
    Once they're inside he closes the doors behind them, flipping the lock automatically before he turns towards both of them and gestures that they should continue on inside. The most likely path heads towards is along the grand hallway and in the direction of the set of elevators that could take them down to the sub-basement and to where there is a laboratory for Tony's use.
    As they walk he says to Tony, "This was in regards to my pursuit of Horace Johns. I wasn't able to dig up much but it seems the people in Gotham are a bit more thorough than I am." At those words he gives a nod towards Cassandra, granting her the due she deserves. Team player, after all. He turns around partially and walks backwards a few steps, only then tossing aside his small sketchpad and leaving it on an end table they pass.
    "What we got from the interrogation was that there were a lot of operatives in the city that did duty for a wide variety of people. Though I did get a lead aiming towards a fixer. But that turned into a... literal dead end."
    Through all those words, Steve is so open and direct. It's curious to see the direct opposition between the two men. Tony is all vibrance and life, while Steve is all calm and sincerity. And when he speaks on their efforts there's a respect that's rarely given.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Alright. We'll do inventory, and see if we can make a better picture out of the whole lot of the puzzle pieces. I was missing some corners, so hopefully there's one here," Tony chatters.
    "Bat-courier, you're awful quiet. Anything to add? Or pizza topping preferences?" Tony questions, looking back to his handheld device again, and deliberately attempting to spare her him staring at her. He didn't wait for Steve to lead the way, Tony started to walk already, in the wake of the more slower-moving drone that has drifted down the hallway with the sample. "Because I'm going to eat."
    On the surface, Tony isn't taking any of it seriously and could be very frustrating, but there's a high powered focus under it: he's processing, and the banter is just an odd surface prattle. "Steve? Pizza?"

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    As she follows, Cassandra is looking around at the mansion instead of the two men leading the way. She is taking in every detail, committing it to memory. It's just information. The building is too secure for her to be making any sort of entry without invitation. Doesn't stop her from attempting to gain intel while she's there. She is her mentor's protege of sorts, after all. As are the rest of the family.
    As Steve drops the sketchbook, she takes a quick glance that direction while walking past. It might give insight to the man himself. She files that away for later.
    As the question is fired her way, she shakes her head negatively. There is still nothing said. No sound has come from her at all from the moment she rang the bell outside. The answer could be to one question or both. Impossible to really tell with her lack of communication. She could sign an answer but why bother? Less is more for her. She's already shaken her head. Taking the time to move her hands as well is just silly and redundant.

Captain America has posed:
    "Just cheese is fine."
    But leave it to Steve to elaborate as he falls into step with Tony, "She uses sign language." He offers that, no judgement attached, but then they reach that corner of the hallway and the twin set of elevators there. He'll brush fingertips over the down arrow, then turns back to look at them. There's a tension in his manner as he folds his arms over that broad chest, his brow furrowing as he considers the entire situation with the efforts of the men to subvert young mutants and aim them as weapons of terror.
    He shakes his head and he nibbles on the corner of his mouth before looking towards Cassandra, "Does the Batman need anything from us? We have some intel he might not have." He looks towards Tony as if seeking verification, but then he looks back to Cass and adds, "I have no idea how he operates or what might help in this situation."
    But then he tells her, "Ah heck, sorry. My name's Steve, this is Tony. Should we call you... Batwoman? Or do you have a codename?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "Cheese. Captain unpredictable as always," Tony says, but shrugs. He's portraying a mocking tone, but there's no real wattage. Tony sees the shake of her head, and leaves her alone - for now. But they've gotten to the lower level, now, anyway.
    There is some insanity going on in the lab area Tony's using for this case. It is crowded with moving things, tables, refrigerators, and various equipment that isn't labeled: Tony's various toys for analysis. There are massive screens over most of one wall, and some that hang from above, transparent. There are two robotic arms from the ceiling that are handling some samples in small containers along the long back counter, and three little drones in front that are happily opening the case Cassandra had brought and starting to pull out the sample jars. They are efficient and careful.
    "Hey. What did I /say/? You finish all prior tasks unless it's priority, F1," Tony instructs one of the robots. It makes a noise, and Tony approaches one of the hanging consoles. A tap of hand and gesture lights it up in a flood of virtual holograms that Tony flexes his hand through as if it were just a normal thing. "It's finished, F1? You deserve an apology. Gold star for me on your efficiency," Tony says to it. "Get us pizza. My usual, and a cheese; make it extra boring."
    Tony retrieves the USB drive, most interested in that, and leaves the vials to the little lab assistants, putting it into one of the data ports on the console.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    The idea of Batman needing help is met with the first sound Cassandra has made. She snorts. It's not ladylike. In fact, it's a rude sound. That sums up the idea of Batman needing their help. She does bring up her hands though and signs three words. <Batman helping you.> Instead of the other way around. The very idea that they were helping him was ludicrous. Did they really think he needed their assistance? Being not in the loop, she doesn't realize that Batman does sometimes and has indeed asked for their support in the past.
    As Steve makes the introductions, she knows she's in for it now. Batman is going to be so mad at her. Another sign. A combination of two words. <Bat. Girl.>
    The lab is the stuff of dreams and nightmares. It is as though every machine in the world is suddenly alive. But is it one of those films where they are out to take over? Not being one who can watch movies, she doesn't have that frame of reference. Thankfully. It might give her pause. She stops about five feet off the elevator and doesn't budge another step as she watches the mayhem with wide eyes behind her sunglasses.

Captain America has posed:
    "Batgirl?" Steve says as he walks along, and the way he moves in that cavalcade of activity might make it seem he's entirely at ease with all the chaos. Which, to be fair, he is. But after murmuring her code-name he looks towards Tony and gives a shrug and a nod, "Batgirl it is." He looks back to her and smiles a little as he walks over across the room.
    Once he gets to a place that's somewhat to the side from the normal path that Tony takes in his laboratory activities, Cap will claim one of those ergonomic rolling chairs and clears it off with a sweep of one hand and placing the data display that had been resting on it on one of the consoles nearby. A small smile is given to her as he offers her that place to sit, then he starts to clear off a space on a tabletop and half-leans half-sits on it, arms folded over his chest. "When Tony gets like this, best to give him room."
    Sure they give each other a hard time, but it's clear from Steve's body language that he's past taking umbrage.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Nothing at this room will explode, unless you pick the fight. Also, don't touch the blue one. It isn't always decontaminated," Tony says without looking over his shoulder. He misses all of the signing, and doesn't get anything from Batgirl at all in that area. Either he just doesn't care, or he's not paying attention. Or both. But he can hear Steve just fine. "Batgirl, of the Gotham Batwomen? I've heard only good things." He's got his attention on the USB contents, though.
    "...Footage of... a warehouse," Tony declares of what she gave him. He breezes through it at high speed, and then slows towards the end, backing up. "Oh. I see. Maybe a holding cell, Steve." And then he talks upwards at nobody: "Analyze these sections, at these marks, then roll the full diagnostic after I get those results." Tony steps back through it, and placing marks through the footage quickly. A disembodied, pleasant voice answers, "Yes, sir."
    Tony then moves to follow the 'lab assistants' to where they are taking the samples, and yawns while he keys in what looks like a bunch of choices for test suites.
    "What exactly is 'like this'? Supremely helpful? Am I not always?" Tony asks Steve idly while he does it. The robot that probably ordered the pizza has now returned and hovers near Tony, waiting to be noticed. Tony ignores it for now.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    She's pretty sure that walking across that room will set off all sorts of traps. Poisoned arrows, pitfalls, blades swinging down from the ceiling. Steve manages to walk across without triggering any. She follows in his wake. An observant person will notices each step Cassandra takes is precisely where he had placed his feet. Her balance emulates his own, in case a shifting of weight were the catalyst were she to not shadow him perfectly.
    As she reaches the seat, she perches on the edge, looking to watch as Tony works.
    Gotham Batwoman? There's only one of those. Two Batgirls. Although Barbara had recently been changing her name to Oracle instead. Not that it's common knowledge. It's like the legacy of the Robins. Lots had the name but someone always takes their places. It makes them seem eternal in some weird way.
    As the footage from her mask runs, it is like a first person shooter video game. Without the shooting. Everything she looks at, her gathering the samples very carefully into the kit that was provided to them. They likely will notice she takes two samples of each item. Two kits. It's a given where the first one went.

Captain America has posed:
    The answer that Steve gives to Tony is just a few words that are carried on the strength of the smile he offers to the man, a thing bordering on a grin as he replies, "Focused." He leans to the side slightly, supporting his weight with one arm, the elbow locking as he looks over towards Cassandra and gives her a nod as if to say, 'this guy, huh?', a relic of his days from Brooklyn. But then he looks back to Tony and reiterates, "I mean when he gets so darn focused."
    But then his attention is on the display of the readout, he'll lean forwards, brow furrowing as he tries to parse what's happening on the feed. He perhaps recognizes elements of it, but for now he keeps his counsel to himself.
    But he does tilt his head slightly in Cassandra's direction and tells her, "You've been busy."

Iron Man has posed:
    "It'd /damn/ focused, at the very least," Tony replies without looking. "Okay, I have some ideas here. Biological samples, from what you took in the holding cell. I'm running them against our knowns, first, since that'll be quick." Tony turns away from the console and wanders back over to Steve and Batgirl, as if suddenly deciding to take a break. But he's actually just waiting for results now. The little drone follows along like a puppyish shadow. Tony finally addresses it. "Get me .... a last word," Tony decides, in amusement, and the drone zips away.
    Tony then considers Batgirl, and returns to his console, loading some other things onto the USB drive, by the look of it. He then flips the drive in a loose toss back to Batgirl. "If he makes something of that and wants to share, let us know, huh?" Tony suggests to her. "If he wants gas trace, we got that too, but it's in the data there." His smile is natural, genuine enough. Tony's just got his own level of smile. "This won't run instantly. Pizza time for..." a look behind him. A pause.
    "Thirty eight minutes," the disembodied voice supplies. Tony gestures loosely back and over to it. "What she said. Break time," he invites, starting towards the door.