For a moment, Tony didn't understand what the girl was doing when she switched her attention to the phone-- trying to call Cassie again, like this was some kind of joke? But he didn't have to raise a hand to stop her as she kept scrolling and searching, the same thing he had done with all of his message history with Cassie and he leaned closer curiously, distantly appreciating the impulse. It was when she went still and the display went dark that he shrank away, lips pressed together and eyes darting innocently. This was the one that hung around with Clint, wasn't she? Odd pair.
She didn't have to turn away; at the first hint of tears, Tony grimaced and turned on his heel to give her some privacy, hands clasped behind his back and just sneaking a sidelong glance in Kate's direction. All of the rational impulses couldn't make the news any easier to hear, however much you tried to focus on finding the answer. "Hey," he interjected when it started to look more like Kate was beating herself up. There was no need for that, but Tony didn't really know what his next move was when he started and blurted, "Do you want to get out of here?" That sounded-- what did that sound like? "Lunch, you said...? Coffee?" He opened his mouth again only to snap it closed, pointing his thumb back toward the bank of elevators. It wasn't supposed to be some kind of line, he really didn't think they should have been loitering in the lobby if she was going to need a tissue or something.