[Pepper wraps her hands around the mug, glad for its warmth even before she takes a drink. Small things really were important, and tasting her coffee exactly the way she likes it is easily the best thing that's happened that morning.] Thank you, Tony. This is perfect.

[Hearing that the draft will last the better part of a week is decidedly less welcome news.] Okay. It'll be a moot point if they provide basic necessities, but I'll still throw what I can into our bags.

[Just to be safe. Pepper would rather they each have something to survive on, especially Tony, who so often pushed himself far beyond his limits.]