"Yes." Well... Stark doesn't look mad at least. That's good. Caroline had been expecting him to be mad, really. They are his friends. Allegedly. His shitty, stupid friends.

"Well, uh." She hesitates. There's not really a graceful way to say this. And this is Stark, he'll probablybe a pest. "The short version is they're so abominably stupid I don't know how they remember to breathe." There you go, Lichfield, get angry again. Easier to talk about uncomfortable things when you're too pissed to see straight.

Caroline stands rigidly- almost at attention- and glares over Stark's shoulder at some piece of tech or other behind him. "They're all too busy spelunking face-first in their own asses to pay any attention to the fact that something is extremely wrong here. I have known you for... almost a month? And I can tell. I have no fucking idea why they can't." She probably looks like she could kill somebody right now. Bring Happy Meal in here and she probably would.