They both froze at the same time, Iron Man's hand hovering over the keyboard he had been directed to and head turned back Pepper's way, holding his breath until the lasers shut off. He could smell the burning, that peaky sulfuric smell of scorched hair and deeper notes in the back of the throat of metal from the lasers bouncing off of the structure. Filters weren't online either. He held for one more beat before hurriedly waving Pepper closer to where he stood, out of the direct line of fire.
"Happy's not answering," he reported under his breath, sure whoever this dictator was could probably hear him but muttering anyway. Now there seemed to be a definite likelihood of bodily harm and they really needed to start communicating. Meanwhile, he swept through that code he was tasked with, depositing it on his own hard drive to try to pick out any more clues in its structure. "No voice recognition," he continued, other hand open to Pepper, over her arm ready to envelope her protectively at the first sign. So far no voice, maybe it would click when he had more pieces. "You?" Pepper wasn't a computer, but she remembered the important things Tony's analytical brain dumped and this voice was turning out to be life-threateningly important.