[ There's a narrow, almost reproachful look that, months ago, she'd never have even thought of shooting at Iron Man. He's freaking Iron Man. But as novel as it is, she's more business-minded, so he gets the treatment anyone would get when sassing her about coding.
Stepping forward with some nonchalance, Skye glances around the code like she's—well, doing exactly as he'd said. Reading. She seems to examine the code like she's seeing the big picture of how it actually presents, not getting caught up in the details of trying to interpret small details.
Coulson had an entire SHIELD team at his disposal to help him hack into JARVIS' systems when he'd needed it. Skye was better than most of them (leagues better than Coulson himself), and used to working with little to no resources. A laptop won in a bet. Diner wifi. A busted plane and five agents acting under the assumption that the rest of SHIELD was dark-side. It takes her a minute, but she picks up on it readily. ]
AI. [ And it'd be impossible to miss the articles about Stark Industries' advancements in the field—especially when Romanoff had leaked SHIELD's files onto the internet. She looks up, glancing at him with creases lining her forehead. ] JARVIS, right?
[ Not to sound totally stalker-y or anything by knowing the designation of his home AI. She steps up, pointing out a specific grouping of coding lines, skipping straight past the security (she's seen that a thousand times before—could probably help him figure out a way to strengthen it, given a few all-nighters and some team-work) protocols, the flashy activation and sound mechanics, and into the actual framework. ]
It's adaptive. Half of this isn't even original code—Look, there. [ She points it out, leaning in. ] It's grown on its own. Created schema based on previous applications. [ She draws her eyes away from JARVIS" figurative underwear and looks back at Tony. ] This is amazing.
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Stepping forward with some nonchalance, Skye glances around the code like she's—well, doing exactly as he'd said. Reading. She seems to examine the code like she's seeing the big picture of how it actually presents, not getting caught up in the details of trying to interpret small details.
Coulson had an entire SHIELD team at his disposal to help him hack into JARVIS' systems when he'd needed it. Skye was better than most of them (leagues better than Coulson himself), and used to working with little to no resources. A laptop won in a bet. Diner wifi. A busted plane and five agents acting under the assumption that the rest of SHIELD was dark-side. It takes her a minute, but she picks up on it readily. ]
AI. [ And it'd be impossible to miss the articles about Stark Industries' advancements in the field—especially when Romanoff had leaked SHIELD's files onto the internet. She looks up, glancing at him with creases lining her forehead. ] JARVIS, right?
[ Not to sound totally stalker-y or anything by knowing the designation of his home AI. She steps up, pointing out a specific grouping of coding lines, skipping straight past the security (she's seen that a thousand times before—could probably help him figure out a way to strengthen it, given a few all-nighters and some team-work) protocols, the flashy activation and sound mechanics, and into the actual framework. ]
It's adaptive. Half of this isn't even original code—Look, there. [ She points it out, leaning in. ] It's grown on its own. Created schema based on previous applications. [ She draws her eyes away from JARVIS" figurative underwear and looks back at Tony. ] This is amazing.