Jen laughs freely at his bitching as she slides onto a barstool of her own, the poor thing creaking only a little under her weight. "Eh, I've been called worse."

Comes with the territory of being a lawyer. She reaches over the counter in front of them easily with those long arms and grabs a couple of glasses hidden away behind, setting them carefully in front them.

"You're right, I don't," she counters with a quick, dry smirk down at him as she rummages around behind the bar again for a bottle. Or, at least she shouldn't care. It's not like her opinion of the Avengers is as starstruck as most other peoples. Stark is turning out to be just as she imagined and nothing like she'd imagined all at once. More earnestly, she adds, "But... thanks for saying that."

She pulls out a bottle of rich brown liquid that turns out to be bourbon. They really need to restock the bar after making such a dent in the stocks earlier with Bruce, but Jen thinks Tony might not mind bourbon; she holds the bottle aloft a little to show him, arching a brow. "This okay? Unless you're more of a daiquiri kind of girl."