Her eyes snap back up to meet his at the bump to her shoulder, having drifted back down to the phone. He's close enough now for her to smell the soap he'd used on his skin, the scent making her tummy tingle; this whole room down to the bedsheets smells like a man, mixing with the flowery wafts she catches off her own hair occasionally. The combination is frankly making her just a little lightheaded.

She abruptly realizes she's still holding on to Tony's wrist, letting go with a slight intake of breath, licking her lips involuntarily as she struggles to jog her brain. "Do they... know the truth? Your friends." Rhodey and Happy, she means. She's actually not sure how that's been handled.