Blonde, blue eyes, it was actually almost expected of the engineer to see such a face—pictures were never really enough to Tony, but hey, apparently she really did look like that. Who would’ve known? Suit malfunctioning? Oh, well that must’ve been the reason why she was here then, though he decided not to comment on it just yet. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been added into the books and it might be a while until they give me any credit. You know how the world is nowadays. Universe—whatever.”
He shrugged nonchalantly at her request to know more about the arc reactor and its elements, tilting his head a bit to one side as he let out a light chuckle. Oh, there it was—it actually was repairs after all. His mind was on a roll today, it seemed. “We’ll talk about it after you tell me the situation you got into, it can’t be that bad, can it? The outer layer of your armor seems to be in top condition, so I’m guessing there were some wire problems. Oh, wait I see a dent over there—but yeah that can’t possibly be all.” Tony grinned at the young woman, walking over to her as she specified there being something off with the circuitry. Again, let him state the fact that he definitely was on a roll right now. Score.
“The dents won’t be a problem, but you should know that well enough. I suggest taking off the suit as a means to give it a better look, and I’ll get JARVIS to make a full scan. It should be fully operational in no time, plus we can have a chat over coffee or something.” He chuckled, doing his best to not make it sound as if he were flirting—since he did have that habit and people did call him off on it. But that wasn’t important. He crouched down just enough to check the armored navel area, grazing his hand lightly against the metal with a raised eyebrow. It was definitely fixable, but damn was this material strong. If she’s still alive with this kind of damage, then damn.
He couldn’t help but laugh from the other’s humorous statement, shrugging a bit himself before standing up straight once more, eye to eye with her. She had attitude and he liked it, but right now he seemed to have work to finish. “Alright, so the repairs won’t take long and there shouldn’t be too much of a problem. From what I can tell, before the scans and all, there was just a minor malfunction that should take no time to get rid of. It’s probably not a virus or anything if you can still function it well enough. So yeah, take off the suit—you do have clothes under there, right?—and we’ll start as soon as possible.”
“Yes, I have clothes underneath.” Samus tried to hide the smile that spread, thinking it comical that he would entertain the idea of her not. She fiddled with some controls internally, having to start off the suit with a little peeling on the arm before it joined in and finished the job, unhinging itself from her and breaking away. It might have been impressive to see it peeling apart like that, but Samus was used to it and simply stepped out from the moving parts carefully, revealing the blue zero suit that she wore underneath. The Power Suit itself managed to stay upright, feet still planted on the ground. When she wanted to work on it, she would leave it in solid form like this.
The bounty hunter moved to let Stark do whatever he was going to with it, holding her side which had also been damaged. It was bandaged rather poorly; sewing yourself up and driving a space ship at the same time was not necessarily a walk in the park. The bandage was underneath her suit, but a little bit of red did seep into the blue fabric before she patched it up. Other injuries covered by the zero suit ached as well, leaving no doubt in her mind that numerous black and blue bruises were being concealed.
“The Power Suit was made by the Chozo—a far away civilization, advanced in their technology—so whatever your scans don’t answer I will do my best to explain. It was damaged while I was on a bounty job to take out one of the Pirate commanders, who happened to have some new energy-based weaponry. It seems to have done some circuit damage, some parts may need to be replaced…” She would have repaired these things herself, but she was lacking in parts at the moment, with her ship crash-landing.
The bounty hunter glanced around before returning to Stark with a little smile again. “I was hoping you’d have something stronger than coffee.” Solitude had been her life, and somehow alcohol came hand-in-hand with that; not to mention variations of it could be found in just about every life-sustaining galaxy. With the things she had seen and done, it was a logical place to turn. As the bounty hunter moved her hand to the wound on her side gingerly, she thought that drinking might take a little bit of the edge off as well. The small spasm in her stomach as she touched the bandage lightly was the only break in her cover that she would allow. The rest of Samus’ body showed no sign of pain or discomfort; something she never took to displaying.