[Rather than snap back at Robbie, Nita points up at the girders crisscrossing the empty space where a ceiling should be, shadowed and inaccessible to anyone who can't fly, and a reasonably good location for private chat, as long as none of the participants are scared of heights.]

Look, let's blow this joint before King Kong Junior over there wakes up and we can talk. Stuff's been all kinds of weird for me lately and it'll probably clear things up for you if I explain.

[Ordinarily she wouldn't wait for agreement before throwing an arm around his waist and flying off with him, but nothing's ordinary anymore.]