Jen heaves a big sigh as if to brace herself, shutting the door to the house in her wake even if nobody's around but them. The stories about Tony Stark Bruce has told her left out how... hyper he is. If it is him. She really is taking this a little too calmly, she thinks. Following after Tony, she bites back a huff at the question. This same bone of contention has already been squabbled over to no satisfactory conclusion between her and Bruce.

"My life is not puny, thanks very much, and yeah. I'm not gonna just throw away years of law school and a job at the DA's office just because some freak accident made me green. What else am I supposed to do? Become a vigilante? That worked out so well for Bruce. Just saying."

With that, she passes him in a few big, bounding steps to build momentum before leaping up into the air, easily flying across the sandy stretch between them and the bar. She lands onto the spot just before the trees grow denser, the white beaches lying just beyond. Tony might not be able to see it, but she's wearing a shit-eating grin when she spins around on her heel, arms outstretched as she calls back to him, "What's taking so long?"