He freezes up when she touches the computer, but forces his way through it as he spins around in his chair. "It's also... very sensitive," he warns with a look, but doesn't try to remove her from the area. He trusts her, she's his partner -- that doesn't mean he's ever let anyone this close before. Especially a woman. In his inner sanctum? He would have balked at the thought before this mission. It's all a little... Beauty and the Beast for his tastes.

Dum-e rolls up behind her, weaving his pincer from side to side as though taking her in by scent or whatever senses robots have. Tony doesn't seem to find anything weird there and goes back to his bench before he can lose his place.