"Explain what you mean by full-contact, Stark," Sharon says, exasperated.

He gives her a disbelieving look. "You know," he says, and lifts his arms in a gesture, hugging the air, exaggerated.

"Mr. Stark," Nurse Hart snaps. "We already talked about this – "

"Yeah, yeah," he says, waving at her, dismissive. "Why do you think we figured out a way to keep them clothed?"

Sharon sighs and pushes off the stool. "Fine," she says. "Let's go."