Miaomiao had never seen technology like this.
If Batman's suit was a restrained blade, hiding all its advanced technology beneath understated black, requiring no external power source and blending into the shadows, then Iron Man's technology was an unapologetically flashy vision of the future, practically cramming an entire arsenal into a small suit of armor.
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s appearance, in particular, went beyond anything the little Merfolk had expected. After all, even her first glimpse of a television had left her astonished. She simply could not understand how someone could live inside a network she could neither see nor touch.
Miaomiao walked over curiously and tried to shake hands with J.A.R.V.I.S., but her fingertips passed straight through the faintly cool light, grasping nothing but empty air.
[I'm sorry, Miss Miaomiao. This is merely a virtual projection with no physical form. You cannot actually touch me.]
"Is that so?" Miaomiao looked visibly disappointed.
"Not necessarily." Tony suddenly chimed in. He could not stand seeing the little girl look so dejected, and he also wanted to show off a little, so he snapped his fingers again. "J.A.R.V.I.S., don't forget that you have authorization to control my armor."
[But doing so in someone else's manor would seem rather impolite, sir. After all, the Mark armor...]
Tony had kindly offered his own armor as a solution, only to receive a mild rebuke from his own AI butler that instantly left him speechless.
Bruce laughed and teased, "I have to say, Tony, your AI butler has much better manners than you do."
"So what?" Tony lifted his chin again, utterly confident despite having no leg to stand on. "We've known each other since we were in diapers. Surely I can let my butler take a few steps around your house?"
Bruce could not help laughing. "Of course,