For a long second it appeared as if Tony was more likely to let the folder fall to the ground than actually touch it, gum back in his pocket so he could raise a free hand with his fingers spread in the air not too dangerously close to the papers as to accidentally touch them and nose wrinkled with his grimace. He got over his reservations with a heavy sigh, hefting the folder against his chest and reminding Pepper for the eleven millionth time, "Paper-free, Potts," so that maybe sometime in the next year or six she might catch on and this exchange could stop taking place.
After a breath, he explained, "I'll be in there for 20 minutes, and if I'm not out come get me or manufacture a major disaster because I have to see my suit and my stylist so I can be out and back by nine." He was already walking by then, heading for his own office and structuring his itinerary for the next scheduled twenty minutes tightly, sorting out what he felt he needed to accomplish by business' end. "Have you seen Danny?" he continued without pausing to make sure she was following, trying to open the folder she had given him with one hand.