Actually, Tony is somewhat distracted. It's just that he's-- basically constantly distracted and still has mental resources left over to spare to run analyses and get into all kinds of trouble. That's why he prefers holographic interfaces. It's such bullshit to have to turn. He immensely prefers having a dozen animated layers of transparency with diagrams and subdiagrams popping up and spinning around his face like all the time.

"Your cousin," he repeats. Then he sits back down in his seat with enough force for the wheels to go ratta! and he slides backward a few inches. "Yes, your cousin Supergirl.

"Must be a limited genetic pool over where you come from, because that guy," he points at her tiny daemon and its excruciatingly adorable face, "looks a lot like her little guy. And something about your facial symmetry really just-- hangs together like hers. Funny story." He smiles a little, studying her with mild interest. How terribly humble. Sure, the Avengers have their share of individuals with multiple identities, but it's hard to picture Natasha slapping glasses on and fumbling awkwardly over explaining the next buxom redhead in her extended family.