[ Everyone loves to hang out at the observation deck, and Tony can guess why, intellectually. It's the best view on the ship of anything that isn't metal walls and metal floors. But - damn, does he ever hate the place. Endless void; walls that seem like thin glass between you and a cold, swift death in the vacuum of space; the occasional creepy voices.

But if Pepper's there, that's pretty much a moot point, because any room Pepper is in is automatically worth being in. And of course she'd be enchanted with it - who really thinks they'll ever get a view like this in their lifetime? People who decided they wanted to be astronauts at the age of five, maybe, but even that never accounted for deep space travel. In many ways, this is all beyond their time. ]

I dunno, I think you're selling New York a little short. I mean, I don't see anything with my name on it out there, for starters.

[ Classic. ]