“Not by /dropping/ out of the /sky/. In /front/ of me.” Shaping a bird, vaguely sparrow-like, out of fire, she perched it on top of the helmet and made it bend down to peck at the eyepieces. “I think you took a year off my life. I really object to the daredevil stunts in front of me while you’re testing.”
He shook his head quickly to dislodge the burning bird. ”Come on, Sunshine. I talked about testing wind resistance immediately before I dropped, and Jarvis wasn’t telling you to try slowing my descent. What part of that screamed ‘uncontrolled drop?’ I do actually know what I’m doing occasionally, much as you seem to think I don’t.”
She sulked at him. “I hate it when you make sense. ‘s not fair. How’m I supposed to think when it looks like you’re falling?” She chucked another couple fireballs, and tried to insinuate a thread of fire into the joints of the armour. It didn’t work very well.