The more of him the suit reveals, the further that angry defiance is stripped away from her expression, replaced with something far more raw; a turbulent amalgamation of devastation and confusion that constricts her breathing and pricks at her eyes. She knows this isn't her Tony, her husband. Can't be. She's sure now the stones have somehow meddled with the flow of reality again, somehow sent her careening into this alternate existence. It doesn't make this any easier to deal with, not when he sounds and looks exactly like the man she loves.

"Tony." Her voice is quiet now, choked out through a throat tight with emotion, swallowing thickly to rid herself of the lump there. Her head spins, a painful knot lodging itself behind her breastbone. Exhaling a shaky breath, she closes her eyes and shakes her head, gauntleted fingers pressing against her temples as if warding off a headache. "God, I don't..." she breathes with a tremor of her own in her tone, not really expecting him to have answers rather than just airing out her complete confusion before she loses her mind. If she hasn't, already. High Chancellor Stark? Jesus. "I don't understand what's happening."