Her lips pull into a smirk, torn between amusement and exasperation, as she pulls her hand away. "In other words, keep your hands to yourself."

She'd expected nothing less. She'd just been uncertain how long Tony would tolerate a veritable stranger (aren't they, really?) touching his stuff. Dum-e's soft whirring has her turning around, yelping a little in surprise at the sight.

"Oh--! God," she huffs, startled but not for long. Almost immediately, her lips start to twitch as she looks the bot up and down, a faintest trace of laughter in her tone when she finally speaks. "What... is this?"