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He flashes a professional smile, because there's hardly any reason to not push through and figure this all out on his own time; she's given enough for today. He'll make due. Instead he shakes his head and stands up.

"That's quite alright. I'll be cleaning up my cooking mess — you go ahead and enjoy your meal, Miss Pryde. Though I wouldn't mind mindless conversation if you don't. Since I've yet to have a working radio with any decent tunes."

"Well, we can try." It's not that she doubts her ability to talk to someone, but when has mindless conversation ever been her thing? They'll be talking about genocide in under five minutes. "Probably not so much radio in space. Winn has some music on his phone though. Have you met him? Do you know the crew?"

"Oh, yes! Mr. Schott welcomed me when I first arrived."

He glances over his shoulder, a little humored.

"He seemed very excited that I cook. Perhaps I can barter with him; music for waffles."

"He's the best. And cooking is extremely exciting especially when supplies run low and none of the food seems anything like food. Is that your augment too?" She should probably mention that Winn wouldn't need the trade, right? But if it keeps her in food she can steal from his plate...

"Oh, no, my augment is pilot actually."

He rubs the small bump on the back of his neck, holding back a wince.

"I'm just extremely fond of cooking. Thanks to my granny, really, god rest her soul. I suppose I just view this all as — a decent challenge. And a good respite from being constantly confused. Space and advanced technology, and all."

At least cooking is relatively straight forward.

"Good. They needed a pilot. I mean, I'm here a lot, but the Windrose needs me for the piloting. You know, except for the part where it would just autopilot fine with no one." Makes you feel all warm and needed.

"Mmm, well, advanced technology is just technology you're not familiar with yet. You probably didn't know everything about how a radio works, but they're comfortable, right? You'll get there." Says the tech genius.

So she says!!

But Jarvis seems pleased by her response.

"Very true. And it does help to be in the same household as a Stark."

Since you seem to know who the Stark family is, anyway.

"I've heard Tony is amazing with the things he creates. I don't really know much about his Dad." Maybe she learned of the man who helped Steve Rogers as a child and has forgotten, but more likely the information that made it through the years to her just focused on a singular legend and not the many people who went into making him great at the time.

"... I'm of a similar fate, then. I only know about Howard Stark. So far."

He smiles a little bit, thoughtful. The future is such a frightening yet exciting place so far. Even if he's deeply concerned about the state of his brain now (surely he's not an AI, right? Very scary).

"I've heard they've extremely similar, though. I wish I could have met this Young Master Anthony Stark."

You're just a brain in a jar, Jarvis. That's the future~~rama~~!

"Maybe you still will. Here or at home." She doesn't know how things shake out, but then neither does he, so no harm, right? "Is Howard a good boss?"

"I owe him a great deal."

... Wait, that doesn't answer the question.

He sighs.

"He can be a difficult master of the house. I've had to deal with an amazing rainbow of challenges under Mr. Stark's management. But... I suppose in that way, there's never a dull moment."

She nods, not really knowing the situation but getting the feeling that it wasn't the easiest job.

"You know, surprisingly, you'll find some dull moments in space. They can be nice for awhile though. You could probably use a break though it looks like you're not giving yourself one." She nods to the waffles. "Not that I'm complaining."

Jarvis huffs, though apparently in good nature.

"I'm terrible at taking breaks, Miss Pryde. I think you'll find me climbing the walls if I don't have a task to occupy my time."

"I know the feeling." It might be part of why she's thrown herself into her relationships when captured. Oh, she always finds other things too. Working on learning languages and brushing up on various areas of science or getting odd jobs, but nothing is really the same as when she was part of something bigger as an X-Man. It was a non-stop fight and that was impossible and wearing and they all desperately needed more downtime and lots of therapy but she got this life and it's something.

"Though installing a climbing wall isn't a bad idea." Not that it was really an idea.

"... That sounds excellent, actually."

Don't give him ideas, Kitty, oh my lord.

"I do rather enjoy mountain climbing."

Hey, she's all for it. Take the idea and run, best friend.

"I think it could be fun, but I admit I usually cheat at it."

"Cheat? I can't imagine an easy way to cheat at mountain climbing."

Jarvis come on, you've met a few superheroes already. :^|

"Just walk on the air molecules instead of climbing. Smoother ride." You know, as one does. "I mean, you could cut through too, but it's hard to hold intangibility that long."

"... I don't believe I follow."

Kitty, why you gotta troll him, he's an innocent and oblivious creature.

She puts her fork down (reluctantly) and stands up and then takes a few additional steps up until he can see that she's standing on nothing.

"Like so."

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Well then!

He will do his best not to point, pointing's rude.

"I don't suppose that's magic."

"Nope. Genetic mutation." She steps back down to the floor. "I call it phasing. I can pass the molecules of my body around other molecules or interact with air molecules individually."

... He hunkers down to look at the air between her feet and the floor, pardon.

"Sounds... complicated and decidedly scientific. I'm familiar with the concept, at least."

...

"The magic-looking science, that is."

She looks a little amused by the scrutiny. "If you like that you should see me walk through solid objects." Which she does not demonstrate at this time. There are waffles to work on. "So, what kinds of things have you seen?"

"Not a lot outside of the laws of nature," he says with a little shrug. "I have seen a man who mastered the art of mind control. It was really quite frightening. I am still unsure if it was merely a technique or a power, however."

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