I think that makes you the enemy of my less-obvious alter-ego, [Tony Stark observes, after a moment.] Playboy millionaire philanthropist. My generosity comes with the fine print. This part where I, like, totally sold out. [They're both being wry. An edge of irony to his voice. If he had any room for guilt left over, after costing American soldiers hundreds of lives with hardware sold to their enemies, he would feel guilty about that. As it is, life's too short. Even his. He's giving back, some ways.

Swizz swizz. His mechanical plod takes him back to the open doors of her bathroom stall. He tilts his robot head. His mask is still off, though, held in one hand. The other, he offers her.]

Lift home?