“I mean you’re very curious, and being very laconic, and I’m telling you, it’s okay to ask me any of the things stirring up that curiosity,” Summer told him, tone light but a little serious. “That must have been before I met him. Can you talk about it, or is it classified?” She noticed the sign, finally, indicating their location, and whacked herself in the head. “I think I walked past here twice earlier.”
He tilted his head a little confused. “I think you’re mistaking my so called curiosity. I don’t really care. I mean I wonder about things of course, but in the end, I don’t really have any interest in getting to know the facts unless I ask directly.” He shrugged. “And I’d appreciate it if you could turn your ‘feelings-radar’ down a notch. I’m not really here for you to get to know my true self.” And Stark, “It was the New York incident. Stark Tower. I was assigned to clean up afterwards.” He walked past two doors, and then stepped outside a large entrance that emitted sounds of people training. “It’s quite common. This place is pretty big. But here are the training rooms.” He indicated with a hand. Was Abby here to meet her or would the young woman be fine on her own?
Summer paused, one hand on the edge of the room, looking at Nero. “I worked that cleanup too. And the battle,” she told him quietly. It still wasn’t a pleasant memory. “As for my empathy, right now I’m only reading what you’re openly sharing. For all that you control your face very well.” She gazed at him for another moment, assessing for real this time. “I think we’ll be meeting again. But thank you for now. Abby is here. I won’t take up any more of your time.”