She drops one hand but cradles her forehead with another, the coolness of the gauntlet helping with the insistent throbbing behind her skull a little as she struggles to get a hold of herself.

"Ten years?" Wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, she mulls that over for a second and tries not to be flustered by the compliment. "Ten years since...?" What, exactly, but just like her Tony, this Stark also changes topics on a moment's notice-- and god, that familiar quirk just serves to pierce her heart more keenly.

"Uh--" Glancing down at herself as if needing the reminder of exactly what she's wearing, Pepper manages a weak half-smile though there's very little to smile about in the present situation. "Well, I suppose it was an anniversary present of sorts."