Tony looks stricken. "Shit, I am so sorry. I had no idea— god, that was stupid. Are you okay?" he asks again. He can't bear the thought of having hurt her, even accidentally.

"I'm sorry, I, uh, I saw that... piece of metal last time I was here," he fumbles, and gestures to the scrap in question, "and I... wanted it. It's... nice?"

Wow. Good job, Tony. Really smooth.