"Not Howard, his son. Tony. He's," she paused. She didn't know this Tony very well at all. But she already liked him better than the Tony she'd knocked out more than once. "a Stark, I imagine the apple doesn't fall as far from the tree as he'd like it to." It seemed a safe enough bet.
She turned right out of the park and down the street toward Stark Tower. "The journal you have, the sudden shift in time. It's all to do with some hotel. There are all these doors to other places. Other times. This is your time in the future. But," she paused. "I'm from a different future." If that made any sense which it didn't, but she was going with it, slowly but surely she was going with it. "But I've been here over a year now."