Who are you?
“Toni Stark. Billionaire. Philathropist. Playgirl. Et cetera, et cetera. The spiel gets old after a while.” She replied, waving her hand. “Who’re you?”
AC/DC | You shook me all night long
Barton and the woman.
“The woman,” Toni scoffed, furrowing her brow. “Hello to you too, kid.”
“When even your home computing system tells you you’ve got commitment issues, it might be time to see a specialist.”
Toni sat at her desk, tapping away at her computer. She only barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching her office. “Busy.” She deadpanned, holding up a hand. “Give me five seconds.” She sighed, slightly annoyed by the intrusion as she closed the program she had been working on. “What can I do for you—I’m assuming JARVIS let you in…”
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
“—Somewhere where certain home computing systems will listen to me when I tell them to ignore my four a.m. calls.”
“So you’re saying that now I’m basically an insecure, neurotic, control freak, on crack?”