[ Pepper's lips curve happily at that brush of lips against her ear, squeezing him once more before loosening her hold, letting her arms slip down; though not without a gentle touch of her hand against his cheek, covered in dark bristles. Her lips twitch, just faintly. She's never seen his beard this unkempt and outgrown. It's... kind of strangely attractive, but this is hardly the time nor the place for any of that. ]

I'm not against that, though I'm not cold. [ She sounds resigned about it though, looking a little grim as she pulls back from him properly. ] My problem runs in the opposite direction now, remember?

[ Well, no, Tony probably doesn't, immadiately. It doesn't even occur to Pepper to think that there could be months and months worth of time and events separating their last recollections from home. She throws her arms out at her sides just a little in a gesture of weary exasperation, her Temple blue robe fluttering and giving Tony a glimpse of the black pants she wears underneath, along with a flash of bare midriff. At least she'd been provided with shoes as well, eve if they were a pair of sleek, slipper-like things. ]

I don't... I have so many questions, [ she says almost a little helplessly, a faint sigh edging the words. Only half of those questions have to do with Fellden and Tony's sojourn here, as it's apparent he's been here for longer than a few days. ]