Tony couldn't blame the guy for avoiding that ghost, he was getting creeped out just watching it wander toward him and he hadn't even been here when the building came down. There could have been ghosts around here that Coulson knew. That was way too heavy of a mortality check. Shaking his head, he dragged his focus away from the slowly advancing party to look back to Loki in time to catch that perverse expression and snap his fingers again to snap him out of whatever twisted fantasy brought it on. "Hey, Charles Manson, save it. You're up front," he instructed, pointing to the passenger seat where he would have to actually work at turning that creepy face on Coulson. They didn't have the time to settle their differences here. It was dawning on Tony that their little engine couldn't have been what drew out a horde as big as the one in the forest, and definitely not that fast. There were more coming, drawn to the sound of the disaster here.
Tony turned back to find Coulson stopped and open his arms, what's the problem here?, before encouraging, "The ghost is actually a really good driver," like that could possibly be the hold up. He knew what it was, but so did everybody else so instead of letting it slow them down couldn't they just ignore it like normal people? "You, back here, let's get a look at you," Tony said, gesturing to the back seat for Coulson to lay out, barely taking a breath before continuing, "Are there any more? Did anyone else get out?"