Jennifer gave a whistle of appreciation. Immediately, she recognized the style, and the name. [i]Sam Stark.. Must be the son of Tony Stark. Especially with that armour. [/i] "Damn, I wish my stuff was that cool. I doubt your suit can hold as much stuff as my armour, though." She gives a chuckle, showing him only a few of the spots she could store her arsenal of equipment. She pulled back one of her bracers, showing two pistols, folded up. Pulling up one of her shoulder plates, she showed that a pair of ammo clips were there, for what weapon, she did not expose. Lastly, she slipped on her helmet (as she would need that for the exercises anyway) and blinked several times, turning on the hud (heads-up-display) of the helmet. She selected the rear plating of her armour using precise eye movements and small whispers of commands, and it slid upwards slightly, revealing a single sub-machine gun, and a lot of room for anything additional. "I've got more stuff tucked away all over the place," She says, returning her armour to it's normal state. The pieces made [i]clicks[/i] as they went back into place. "Though, again, your suit is amazing compared to mine." The visor of her helmet depolarized, and she smiled at Sam.