“Poor Jarvis! You should have access to something that will let you be more proactive around the place.” Summer couldn’t help her active brain instantly starting to tick over various schemes to give Jarvis some arms, or hands, or something. “It shouldn’t be too hard for you to have some robots to command.” She chewed on her lip, thinking, then shook her head.
“Nothing I can do right now. Jarvis, honey, can you give me a map to the pool? Or help me get there somehow? And oh! towels.”
-I have access to a far larger percent of the building than otherwise, Miss Rainault. Mr. Stark’s dresser and closet, however, are both fully manual. I have opened a map on the terminal by the elevator, and you will find towels in the pool area already.-
While that exchange was taking place, Tony was back in the elevator and making his way down to the pool in a swimsuit and t-shirt.
“I can already tell, I am going to miss the hell out of you when I have to leave here.” Summer flung herself at the elevator, one glance taking in the map. “Not gonna make it, am I?” She slapped at the floor button, and tried to breathe out the jitters adrenaline ran through her bloodstream.
Okay, so challenging Tony Stark to a race in his own tower might have been a little stupid. “Jarvis, I don’t suppose you’d help me cheat, would you?”
-The sentiment is most appreciated. It appears Mr. Stark’s elevator has stopped for a rather large influx of passengers a few floors short of his destination. If you utilize the stairwell, there is a chance you can make it to the pool before him.-
(Meanwhile, Tony glowered at the ceiling of the elevator. ”You had something to do with this.” The ceiling, however, did not deign to answer him.)
“This place could use a flight well,” Summer muttered as she shot for the stairs. Down, down was easy, hit the railing and slide, hands on the post and swing, try not to get dizzy. Up was a bit harder, if she wanted any turn of speed; she had to boost herself with rising heat and turn in an even more dizzying spiral.
Either way, she was gasping for breath and had hands clamped to a stitch in her side by the time she hit the pool level.