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.
“The same way you think during a crisis, super hero,” Tony replied, still sounding amused. He lifted one hand to watch the fire try to worm its way into the joints of the gauntlet. “It’s not like I jumped off a building without knowing what would happen. This thing’s based on the Mark VII, just…refined a bit.”
She didn’t deign to answer any of that; okay, she’d overreacted. Instead she concentrated harder on trying to push her magic into the armour, and shook her head. “What did you /do/ to this one? I can’t even get a hold on it; it’s like it’s slippery.”