Pepper watches him with a small smile playing about her lips, a smile that grows a little the more nervous and rambling his explanation-turned-soliloquy becomes. The fact that he's so visibly aware of his spiraling only makes it more endearing, though she shouldn't think about it like that for a couple of reasons. She gives a tiny breath of laugh when he's done.

"Maybe just a little bit," Pepper agrees lightly, her free hand demonstrating by holding her thumb and forefinger a fraction apart. Dropping her hand, she exhales a small sigh. "Well, with any luck marketing will one day realize that we're all pulling our weight, here." It's probably too optimistic, though.