After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”
Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”
“Now that I can do,” Tony said after a moment’s thought. ”I’ve still got equipment set up in the garage, when I needed more room for a test. And I can introduce you to one right now.” With that, he looked at the ceiling, snapped his fingers, and said, “Yes, I’m talking about you. Be polite.”
-My apologies, sir. Guests do not always take it well when the building begins speaking to them. Greetings, Miss.-
At her last question, Tony smirked, eyebrows raising, but all he said was, “Just follow me,” and turned towards one of the elevators.
“Oh my god!” Summer emitted a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Is that an AI? No, sorry, if that’s an AI I should be asking it — him? It? Hi?” She tried not to split her face grinning, gave up trying to school her face into something less like a ecstatic schoolgirl. “You wrote an AI! I think I love you!”
She turned around, trying to follow Tony, trying to spot where the speakers were that the AI was using, half-laughing. “This is so amazing!”