As the jet steadied itself, bumping only a bit from turbulence, Astrid finished gathering up her drawings and plucking playfully the ones that Steve had picked up. Standing tall and proud, she gave a coy and mysterious smile. “You're pretty unequivocal. I like that. But... A woman's gotta have her mystery, right?” Wiggling her eyebrows in a comedic way so that her well groomed arches appeared to be doing the worm. Giggling softly, she moved past him and slid down the rail of the spiral stairs that lead to something of a “chill” area, taking to the bar where she grabbed a bottle of black spice rum, leaving her sketches on the counter.

“Though, considering how much I know about you... I suppose it's only fair.” She sat down and twisted the cap off of the bottle, bringing the rim to her lips and downing almost half of it in a little under three seconds. There was a visible, almost violent shudder of her body as the dark liquid slipped down her throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until it came to settle in her stomach, leaving a warmth in her chest and a slightly goofy smile on her face. “If you've got any questions... Ask away. I'm not really used to working as part of a team but I figure that I can trust you with a secret or two.” She gave him a nod and motioned for him to join her.

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“So, you were raised by thieves?” Tony kept his cocky demeanor as he braced himself for her attack. He didn't have any true fear of her. He was a bit impressed with her stopgap suit but he'd not reveal that. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't much have the chance. He found his ears ringing from a sonic emitter. It was his turn to grind his teeth now as his head began to hurt. He quickly thrust out his arm, blasting the irritating disk with the same pulsar beam that he had hit her with. As soon as the screeching ended, he moved towards her with surprising speed, his hand coming down on her head. It wasn't hard enough to crack her skull, but hard enough to knock her out. 

He caught her unconscious form as she crumpled immediately, hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried her over to a nearby chair, tying her up. Tony removed her rudimentary suit components and set them on a table nearby, inspecting them as he sat down and waited for her to wake up. The technology was impressive for a woman who seemed so young, though he wasn't [i]that[/i] impressed. She'd been stealing from him and this was all she could come up with? He gave a soft snort and glanced over at her, admittedly curious about her story. Still, he was pissed that she was stealing from him. Apparently, asking people for things was something lost on young folk.