Her expression softens a bit at the sight of the bag. It's not a surprise to her that Bruce is a kind and generous man, but she never would have expected him to show up to her door with dinner. They hadn't even really said much to one another since the night of the meteor shower - not so much in avoidance as much as it was the notion of, 'Luckily, we were the only ones who both witnessed and survived the events of that night, so we'll just keep clam and pretend we know nothing about that mysterious upstate carnage that has made the evening news.' Probably not the best way to go about it, but there's something to be said for picking your battles.

"I worked through lunch today, so right about now? I love sandwiches. Thank you..." She pushes away from her computer and rises to her feet to clear a space at the corner of her desk. "Don't be shy, pull up a chair. I'm just going to toss this junk off to the side somewhere." This junk being a pile of documents, files and folders. For being as technologically advanced as they are at Stark Industries, it's amazing just how much paper they continue to consume.

"I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to really talk these last few days," she says over her shoulder as she nudges her door closed with the toe of her shoe. "Though I suppose there isn't much to talk about, right?" Tongue in cheek.