The top ten terrible things that could possibly happen to Tony in his brief foray into public space was rapidly updated to include 'Women who's names I should remember', bumping 'disapproving employees' down to number two. The wave in his direction actually made his eyes widen and jaw clench as he did this new calculation in a panic, and he kept his unblinking focus locked on the doors like he could pretend he hadn't seen it as he scuttled away. Jesus, shit, she was coming over, who was she? Stopping and forcing a tense smile was unavoidable, his greeting ("Hi, hey, yeah.") slow to process and coming late like he almost forgot it in his effort to look human.
She didn't look like she was ready to sue him, anyway. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, honest, he just had to remember where he had seen her and trying to picture her naked wasn't helping, more distracting. "Cassie!" he parroted before the girl had finished speaking-- no, that wasn't her name, but at least Tony knew who she was. Or, no, which one was she? At least this wasn't about him. Fuck, it was about Cassie. The flood of relief rapidly evaporated. "...is not here!" he tried to salvage, hands jumping up as if he had more to say, only to fan out apologetically. His gaze darted to the doors and sweet escape, only for the idea to become less important and his brow furrowed in confusion. Wasn't this girl a friend of Cassie's? "Did she say she'd meet you?" he asked.