Faye at least took her cigarette out of her mouth and fixed him with a look. "I told him I was doing it," she replied, hoping that answered both the question of whether Stark knew she was doing this (he did in the sense that she said she'd do it eventually, but the timing was something of a surprise), and also why she hadn't gone and found this random guy she'd never met to do it for her. "It's fine. I know my way around a toolbelt."
She waved a screwdriver at him dryly and, fine, stubbed out her cigarette. On the doorjamb. Sorry not sorry.
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She waved a screwdriver at him dryly and, fine, stubbed out her cigarette. On the doorjamb. Sorry not sorry.