She shakes her head. “I’m not an agent. I’m like you.” She taps at the card. “See? Consultant. Freelancer. I don’t take orders. I really do just want to look at the Tower.” She twists her hands in her lap, flushing faintly and obviously embarrassed, she goes on, “I only said one untrue thing. I — I was helping some people, during the lightup. Or I would have been there.”
“What sort of work do you do for SHIELD? My consulting for them has been hit or miss for awhile now. Fury and I never see eye to eye.” Tony pulls out a menu from the other end of the table to glance over. “At least you made it back, and have your home. There will be other times to help out.”
“I’m SAR. And crowd control.” She fiddles the card between her fingers. “I — I helped look for you, when you were kidnapped.” For something, anything to do with her hands, she puts the ID card away and pulls out her driver’s license, to show the waiter when he comes, so she can order amaretto and coke.