[ in a way, the argument is something she craves -- something she needs. because if she thinks too long and too hard about that metal fist and about howard stark's face...

well -- her eyes already look a bit swimmy outside the irises. reddish and threatening to brim over if she's shunted the wrong way. it's not a nice look, and it's one she rarely wears. ]

Sod the physics of it all. [ she cuts a hand through the air. ] Those rules don't apply. They never will where the mansion's concerned.

[ she exhales. ]

...Would punching someone for it make you feel any better?