"â-!!" Lorelei visibly tenses as she sees the armor adhere to the others figure, less out of fear and more so out of surprise. It was not often that a mere mortal could manage to catch her attention. As Tony removed the gadget from her hands she disappears in a wisp of green smoke, a soft chuckle echoing throughout the workshop before her grin is seen further away. The rest of her figure becomes visible quickly enough as she stretches out on one of his desks, balancing a screwdriver on the top of her finger. âYou no need to fear, I come in peace. I am one of Thorâs dear friends.â
"I don't care who you're friends with." He was tracking her movement, calculating where she would jump next if she decided to disappear again. Tony continues his progress toward her--his fingers curling into his palm and making a fist. He was busy to say the least--draining San Francisco of its funds was a task in itself, and he did not need these distractions. "I'll give you until the count of three..."
