"No, I imagine that it isn't a clever idea," she says, though she's thinking of Howard Stark and how it's a struggle sometimes to get the smell of Bloody Mary off his breath, seeing as he works best under some very unique circumstances. "I'm glad to hear you're all right, but I am going to still worry."

Glancing around, she sights a coffee shop down the way and angles their walk towards it, though it will be a few blocks from memory. "I don't presume to think that I can save you from anything," she says. "At the same time, I do hope you know that I'm more than willing to lend you an ear when you need one. We might not be close, but I'd like to think we are friends."