New York City died for a moment. Despite being on the seventieth floor of Stark Tower, Tony's office is never safe from the hustle and bustle of the notorious city of life. But in that moment, the buzz of human activity fizzled out. Cars stopped smoking through the streets, their engines muted, people's voices left their mouths in wisps of air. New York City died, just for a second, whilst Tony Stark tried and failed to compute the very simple words which left the woman's mouth. He sputtered for a minute, like Dum-e on that unfortunately not isolated occasion that he wanted to copy his creator and threw coffee over his system, except this time there was no sparks and nobody rushed to comfort him and save him from the apparent sizzling of his internal organs. Anais remained expressionless, waiting patiently enough for the genius to gather his wits and respond on a marginally intelligent level. "Are you- I mean are you sure that it's mine?".