She didn't even blink at his appearance. She'd seen Tony enough times when he didn't look the part of billionaire-whatever he called himself to know well enough that expecting the man dressed up for the part was quite silly. She stepped back as he got up, then followed him, standing just outside the doorframe. Changing the subject, was he? Perhaps he was just trying to be nice.

"No, thank you. I had a cup this morning." With Tony. "I'm sure you're very, very busy, but I assure you, Mr. Stark is flexible." Or, at least, he could be.