"Blaze." Ghost's optic flits over them, assessing carefully. But his Guardian is already releasing Tony and stepping back.

"Right. Sorry." She's a little sheepish, moreso when she realizes how tense Stark looks. There's an awkward rub at one antenna before she folds her arms. Most people she knows can be a little twitchy about sudden physical contact, but Stark definitely doesn't care for it. Probably better they establish that now, anyway. "I'm just- extremely grateful that you're willing to help. Thank you."