Cagey as all get-out was right. He did make a face when she called him lamb-like accompanied by a hesitantly argumentative sound. He wouldn't quite go with lamb-like, but he was certainly at a disadvantage without access to his suit. Something he'd tried to call to him once already when he saw the sign about the dangers beyond the gates. That did make him quite exposed. However, not that he'd learned much humility in his run as Iron Man, he did learn when not to advertise it. It had a tendency to prompt some people to shoot rockets at your expensive Malibu estate. So he settled on a 'who knows' shrug and replied just as dodgy,

"Something like that." He hardly paused between thoughts, however, "No, you strike me as a Queen and Country kinda gal. Or maybe that's just the accent." This time it was more of an observation than a barb. "So I take it you don't work here. Shame. You probably woke up in one of those rooms, just like me, meaning neither of us has any information from an official source. --I'm Tony, by the way. Does the lost little lamb have a name?" He slipped is hand back out of his pocket and held it out to her casually.