“And that’s supposed to help him how, exactly?” She jerked open the balcony door, remembered, and grabbed her earpiece before stepping out and dropping off the edge. “Not that, you know, I can /carry/ him but I can keep him from smashing his face. Here’s an idea, Jarvis: go get in one of the other suits in case of stupid. It’s Tony. There will be stupid.”
Jarvis sounded perhaps slightly offended when he replied. -Because the odds of the suit bursting apart all in one fell swoop are laughably miniscule. Which means if something does come loose, or is about to, I can point it out and he can land. Considering, as you pointed out, you can’t carry him.- He didn’t bother pointing out that he was too tall to actually wear any of the other suits, beyond the gauntlets.
“I hate it when you’re logical at me,” she grumped, peeling off in the general direction of Tony’s flight. “Which way did he go? Is this going to be like that video you showed me of his first flight? I don’t want to chase him through the stratosphere.”