“I get the feeling that is not a rare phenomena for you.”
It nevertheless made her laugh despite herself. Never before had Svava seen a situation go from a literal battle to the death to… this, in approximately thirty seconds. Awkward was one way to put it. Uncomfortable might have been her choice until he’d said that. Props to him for a quick turnaround.
She shifted until she realized that was a terrible idea; the space they’d found themselves stuffed into had barely enough room to breath, let alone move. She hadn’t been this close to anyone in centuries.
“I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m Svava, thank you for making it awkward.”
Really, he had quite a talent for making things awkward. But hey, awkward was quite an upgrade from fighting for your life, wasn’t it? All in all, he decided, he’d done a pretty decent job. Eventually, he’d have to figure out how he was getting them out of there, but for the time being he’d stick with staying in there and hoping that things calmed down outside.
At least it’d give them a chance to catch their breath.
“Right, no time for formal introductions when you’re busy trying to stay alive. I’m Tony, Tony Stark. I’d shake your hand, but...” He tried to gesture to the very small space they’d found themselves in, but even just raising his arms wasn’t very easy, so he settled for just chuckling awkwardly. “And the next time you need something turned awkward, you know who to call.”