That seemed to be the wrong question to ask, because the tech whirled around again, searching the lab as though she was horrified that Stark might be there and wasn't entirely assured that they were safe. "Did he say he would be?" she asked, almost a whisper like she suspected this was a test. It must have been a test, why else would this person be here, she seemed to decide. "It's not that I haven't finished!" she insisted suddenly, throwing a pile of pages off of her bench in a flourish to reveal...a very sad looking pile of parts. "It's that, I did finish, but I thought it wasn't quite right, so I started over..."
This clearly wasn't going to be over any time soon, but luckily a calm, disembodied voice interrupted helpfully, "Mr. Stark is not presently committed to visiting this facility." The lab tech was looking past Misty now, frowning toward the door, or the wall next to it which was flickering softly now like it tracked air movement or low wave sound energy.
"So who is she?"
"I don't believe she has expressed her preferences in this area on record. I am not at liberty to say," the wall declared.
"You let her in!" the tech complained.
"Are you looking for the Iron Man, Ms. Intruder?" the wall asked, very genially for a wall.