[ Tony nods, not questioning the fact that the prisoner seems to actually know what she's doing. ]

All right. I'm going to need some palladium. There should be a gram of it, powdered, in each of the missiles here. I'll need a gram and a half, so... two missiles.

[ The guards watch over them, but hey, they seem to be working, so it's just watching. No threats or aggression, for now. ]