She flicked her eyebrow, in return. “Now what did I say? Strange little reaction, that, to my little life history. Is that another secret? Are you one of the Professor’s kind as well, all hidden under technology?”
It had seemed like a reaction to her remark about shielding. But that made no sense. If he was another empath, she’d surely be able to tell; if a telepath … well, she could tell the Professor, even at this distance, so surely she’d be able to tell that too. And who else would need mental shields?
“You are quite the little bundle of puzzles, Mr Stark.”
He’d have to be more careful of that.
“Maybe I’ll tell you at some point. One day. Maybe.”
Or not. Though his eyebrow arched at the mention of ‘professors’.
“Can’t say I have any idea what you’re talking about, but I don’t think I’ve ever been called a bundle of puzzles before.”
“Oh yes. I think, with your permission of course, I’d very much like to get to know you better.” Untwining her arms and straightening to her full five two, she looked at him with a slight smile. “My name is Summer. May I buy you a drink, Mr Stark?”