Too late. Sauntering over like he had no idea he had them waiting, like they were the regular old board and didn't have anything better to do than wait for him anyway, Tony interrupted, "Hey, chickies." He must have slipped by Kate at some point because he had changed, his hair wet and slicked back to drip down onto his collar and his beard looking a little less like he forgot it was there. Since he couldn't be sure when he was going to shave next, it was best to start the trip on a high note and avoid any lush, porn star growth as long as possible. Porn stars had such minimal economic value when nobody's TV worked.
"What's the hold up?" he demanded, as if he had been loitering around waiting on them to do their hair. Clapping his hands, he commanded, "Let's go, move out!" to chase them out of the room and down to the garage, because that always seemed to work for Cap. They had a lot of ground to cover, they didn't have time for playing with their iPods. Jesus, girls.