You don’t even know me. And it’s not — I — do you even trust anybody?
Exactly, I don’t know you, so why would I trust you?
I don’t see how that is relevant to this situation.
It’s that automatic assumption that, that I’m a threat. To you. To yo—to him. /Everything’s/ a threat to you.
You know what I can’t stand? Someone who acts like they know me after a few minutes’ conversation. Tony knows that. I got pissed at him for doing the same thing more than once.
Now I truly do owe you an apology. I shouldn’t be using my gift without telling people. *sighs* I’m an empath, Mr Stark. So in a sense, yes, I do know you after a few minutes’ conversation.
No you don’t. I don’t care what kind of special power you have, you do not know me.
Ow. Can you please — your anger is so /loud/. Why are you so /angry/?
