“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?”