“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.”
–One of us has to be logical.- Jarvis began making his way from the workshop to the balcony, to have a better view of things. -Mr. Stark is heading in the general direction of Central Park.-
In this case, ‘general direction’ meant ‘sort of aimlessly spiraling towards.’ After all, flying in a straight line wasn’t really going to properly test out the new suit, now was it?
“I still hate it.” It was a mumble, made without expectation of answer. She dropped straight down again, relishing the scream of the wind past her ears and the way the loose bits of her hair went straight up, and banked out into a curve that took her over the northern end of Central Park.