"I'm here," Summer agreed, and, okay, so, getting greeted at the door by a very clearly excited Stark, not just a flailing and trying to mitigate it Stark, was endearingly refreshing and encouraging, and Summer couldn't held grinning back as she drifted into the apartment and wondered what sort of hints to look around for to guess what he'd been up to. Her eyes then went to him, his grin, the towel, his pants, and her brows lifted with intrigue. "Made it, huh?"