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!”
-‘Him’ preferably, miss, though I have no objections to ‘it.’ I am Jarvis.-
“I’ve written a few AIs,” Tony corrected, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets so he could face her, grinning with an expression that suggested he was mentally preening at her reaction. ”Jarvis is just the most advanced and kind of a butt head, and the others live in the workshop most of the time.”
“Hi, Jarvis!” Summer waved haphazardly at the ceiling. “Please don’t call me ‘miss,’ it makes me feel like I should still be sixteen and virginal. First name is fine.” She unslung her backpack as she stepped into the elevator, letting it rest at her feet while she examined the details of everything.
“I know I’m sounding like an idiot fangirl here, but I can’t even express how amazing this all is.” The close confines of the elevator, she hoped, wouldn’t last long, because she could already feel the empathic side-effects kicking in. ‘Thank gods for shields and iron control,’ she thought.