[Hawke doesn't have much information to give. Or more like... she gets bored dealing with information and would rather simply kick some ass.

Or in this case, shamelessly mooch off her genius friend who never shuts up about the boring and yet unfortunately useful things that he knows. Because she's hungry and Tony is buying.

He's definitely buying, right?]

Are you taking me out on a date, Mr. Stark. Can I order the fanciest wine on the menu and you can explain things like its "mouthfeel".

[She takes his arm, trying to go for a silly girlish move but considering she's dressed like a hipster dyke, it doesn't really suit her.]