Hayley sighs, but there's an audible note of relief underlining her mood now. Another small smile. She hardly plans to let him take the floor. Wanting him close, however, is not something she'll contest. The gnawing concern of that truth dwells in some corner of her mind. "I can take the floor. I was joking, before. About me taking the bed."

"And uh, ew." She makes a face at Bart about the idea of starting with Tony. "I didn't stay in his office. Just an office. I had my run of the whole second floor, which included three bathrooms, a kitchen, and a security system so complex I didn't even try to understand it. So there."

Hayley hesitates as if to add more, then thinks better of it. Telling Bart she prefers robots to superheroes - except him, of course - has too much potential for more yelling.