[ It's not Tony, that broadcast of curiosity. Or at least it's not quite Tony, some parts of this mind feeling familiar in ways that are practically stamped 'Tony Stark' but without so much that she's come to expect. It's a strange feeling, and she draws back, carefully cuts off any connection between their minds. No Tony that she absolutely recognizes anywhere, but this one other presence in the house is in the workshop.
There's a long hesitation before she takes the stairs down, types in her access code. Something strange is going on, obviously. The question becomes then, what precisely is the something strange and how worried does she need to be? ]
How'd you get in here? [ Quiet and a little withdrawn, because she's still thinking. ]
hey heyyyy
There's a long hesitation before she takes the stairs down, types in her access code. Something strange is going on, obviously. The question becomes then, what precisely is the something strange and how worried does she need to be? ]
How'd you get in here? [ Quiet and a little withdrawn, because she's still thinking. ]