"Rock on," Tony said, after blinking a few times at how hard that wall rattled. Definitely pulling back on the power of that high five, which was good. Controlled. Tony was nodding like he was taking a whole lot of mental notes.
He left his hand up there for a moment, even giving the glass another pat.
"All right. You need anything, you say 'Friday' and you ask. She can connect you to me, too. I'm gonna be right upstairs, and it'll only take me a sec to get down here. And we'll make sure you get lotsa visitors. And pizza."
He lowered his hand and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the exit.
"I'm goin' that way," he said, before heading for the door at a leisurely pace. "I'll visit again. You're gonna get sick of me. Promise."
With the wave of one hand, Tony went back to the elevator and got to work tracking down bad guys.