Dustin suddenly felt kind of stupid. Should he have recognized her? Was she some celebrity? “I…uh. Sorry ’bout not knowin’ who you are miss Rainault.” His southern accent kind of peeking out as it tended to when he got nervous or excited. “So Jarvis ain’t some dude that’s gunna hit me or somthin’?”

“Jarvis hitting you would be a neat trick. Butterfingers might, if I took you down into the workshop, but I doubt we’d even be able to get in.” She laughed, looking up at him. “I’m not like Tony, I don’t expect people to know me. Don’t feel that way about it. If your car’s gonna be okay, we can just walk to the Tower, it’s not far.”