"No, I will not quit because—" she's saying, overlapping with the suggestion of a long leash exercise for the Stark Industries attorneys. It turns into a sharp gasp as Wysteria, apparently an old hat with the concept of lifts but perhaps not exactly familiar with which direction to stand on them, gets the full effect of the open backed elevator track.

"Good gods!"

As the ground falls rapidly away out from under them, her step toward the glass wall of the elevator car is automatic as is planting her hand directly on the glass (apologies to any avengers tower custodial staff responsible for polishing out fingerprints). If she could lean forward to peer down as people and cars and roadways collapse dramatically into colorful dots and black lines, she might.

Thankfully, that's not a possibility the shape of the elevator car affords.