“I don’t drink coffee — how do you not know I don’t drink coffee — and the painkillers aren’t /working/. If I throw myself from the top of the Tower, do you think it will hurt less?”
“Miss Summer, half of my life consists of making Mr. Stark coffee. As far as I’m concerned, it could be a plausible solution to any issue. And no. Besides, do you really want to leave your cats in Mr. Stark’s care?”
“Ugh, god, no. You’re right, Tony would use them for experiments probably. Buttered toast and cat monorails. Ngh. I’m hydrated, the painkillers are worthless, I didn’t hit my head on anything that I know of — did someone come in and mug me in my sleep?”