Iron Man's mask hardly concealed Tony's aura of incredulity, if Noriko bothered to give him a glance of acknowledgment. This girl was worse than Pietro-- scratch that, Pietro would have just run off the moment the urge struck him and left Tony cleaning up the mess. At least Noriko had to stay put and, if not do what she was told, at least keep the destructive behaviour to a minimum. "We get him first, your 'stuff' can wait," Iron Man declared, taking a guess that Noriko's important side-mission involved shampoo or something else inconsequential. No one cared what her hair looked like on a good day, and if they did someone would have explained the poor situation with that shade of blue long ago. "He said he's at the Daily Bugle, that's not far from here. We can walk it, try not to attract any attention," he continued, obviously on autopilot as he committed actual brain power to more important things as he headed for the door, tossing the iPod into the looted mess of the store's floor. This guy didn't sound like he was in the best mental state, and leaving him alone with his radio any longer might be the difference between a happy rescue and a violent mental break. How many others were trapped in their tiny apartments running around in circles in their own heads? "Stay close," he reminded Noriko in an impatient growl.