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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[heorte]

I'm not their Division Head.

[ or even a member of research, allegedly. ]

What's permissible in their work comes from you, not from me.

[propulsion]

Yes.

[ Annoyance, crackling in his tone, finally sparking properly to life. ]

One hundred percent correct, what's permissible in their work comes from me, and not you. So that's that about that. Anything else you wanted to run by me?

[heorte]

[ A stretch of quiet. Absorbing the words, their tone, the question. ]

No. [ steadily. ] I've taken enough of your time.

[propulsion]

[ He doesn't love that, but what's he gonna do? Apologise? Impossible task. ]

Next time start with trusting me and the people you like and work backwards from there.

[heorte]

[ But it isn't in his nature to argue. Not past a point. It's why this is a low-spoken thing, when Ellis says— ]

Aye.

[ with nothing following after. ]