Despite having a special talent for making all kinds of questionable decisions look easy-- that was the definition of cool, after all-- sneaking away from Nanny Coulson was up there with outrunning a bull and staring down Captain America. Tony had done all three, but that didn't make him comfortable with any of them and he certainly didn't need another heart attack brought on by being caught in the act. The voice made Tony freeze just as the door clicked shut and the clap on the back just about made his heart shoot straight out of his mouth and die on the cold, poorly lit floor in the basement of S.H.I.E.L.D.. He saw how his life would end this day. There was no doubt about it.
"Nick!" Tony acknowledged when he had recovered from his communion with mortality, quick to catch up and not lose the asshole again, skipping up ahead of him to walk backwards and drink the vision in. Something so mean shouldn't have been such a thing of beauty. "Great! Well, in-progress. I'll keep you posted. Where're we going?" he asked, turning right as though he could get an idea by the bearing, then decided for them because he couldn't risk hanging around here if Nick thought they were having a conference or something: "I haven't been to Momofuku in ages, don't worry, I'm buying." He had to snatch Nick's phone deftly from his pocket, though, and disconnect his earpiece because Extremis didn't seem to get good reception out here in Otherworld. He'd have to look into that. Reservations first.