[ He's still paused, just watching. This is how he learns to stay still - by watching. By putting instead all that restless energy into his senses, into sharpening and widening them in scope, breadth, and depth. He looks at her quietly, speaking still, but her body quietly imploding in on itself. Something specific has happened to her, and it has something to do with something he made, and he can feel the tendrils of guilt begin to tug and pull at him but he resists. He refuses to give them purchase until he's sure of it. (He's pretty sure. The tendrils know to hover over, around him, just as if he found proof they would leave, or indeed proven wrong, overcome him.

'They modified the design some.' And oh but that tells a story right there. He knows there is one; he doesn't know what it is, and he's willing to wait, but he's found it now. And now she's bitter, which was just about enough doubt for the tendrils to find their purchase, and the guilt washes over him in waves. His tech, used to hurt her. And after he'd been spending all this time trying to get rid of it all. She's bitter, or something. At the least he's pretty sure she feels somewhat betrayed by it and why shouldn't she? It was his fault. Directly, for some. For the party deeply involved who thinks that the blame for what the weapons do stops with the creator and his mind. Blaming the people with the weapons, it's a nice thought, but in actuality. ] Realized some of the ways it could be used a few days before it went out. Never could quite work out how to stop that short myself, and I made sure it was only me working on it, to get the best quality. Assurances. [ The word is said with all the tone that shows precisely how much he cares for that sort of whole deal. But at least the guy had bought it, and left Tony alone to decidedly totally not work on the shorting issue but instead ship them all as is. Sorry man, the came and took the boxes. Nah, didn't get it fixed, but it'll be fine. ]