Tony follows his master and the silent chauffeur with some approximation of obedience. The limo is swanky as hell – "Nice," Tony says as he slides in after her.

He settles in, patting the leather seats appreciatively. "Not a Lamborghini, but it'll do." He grins. "So, what's your name? Or, your cover name, right?" After all this cloak-and-dagger crap, she's surely not going to tell him her real name.