“I really think the phrase 'combustion potential' should answer your question for you, and also, you're not my doctor, who I am perfectly capable of talking to myself.” About caffeine, or blood pressure, and she's pretty sure she's not the one in this relationship who can't be relied on to attend to these kinds of things. She's just also not the one in this relationship who's already had some time to get used to these kinds of things, so to speak, and-- anyway, the science involved in figuring out how to stabilize her goes over her impressively intelligent head and given that Tony is actively involved in the process, it's not like she's going to make any serious attempts at shutting him out of it.

But threats to her coffee intake need to be taken seriously, because she's also pretty sure it's sometimes the only thing between her and homicide, and she's really not looking to take up smoking instead. (No pun intended-- shit, that was really bad. Now even her internal monologue sounds like Tony.)

She withdraws her hand to intercept the coffee, sips it, and then hands it over. “Is this what you're working on?” Me. Not the coffee.