There was a pregnant pause, as the wall didn't seem immediately sure what to do with this information without digging through subclauses before responding, "The Iron Man has been alerted to your presence." Whether that meant Tony had actually received the message or was in a position to/cared at all to respond to it wasn't clear. By the way the lab tech huffed a sardonic laugh, it didn't seem likely.
"Yeah, he always knows where I am, too," she seemed to be muttering to her pile of parts, blindly collecting her notes back over it. "Oh, he knows, but he knows a lot of things, doesn't he? He knows I've been stuck on this for about ninety-three hours, but he's got better things to do, doesn't he? 'Finish this, its important, I'll be right back, don't worry, you got this, you're so smart and beautiful that I might even marry you if I ever bother to show up again'...asshole."
"Mr. Stark has requested that you join him in the armory, Ms. Knight," the wall suddenly intruded again, making the lab tech wheel around in shock. If she had anything heavier in her hand, the way she threw her notes at the wall might have been poignant. The wall didn't have much to say in response.
The armory wasn't far; Tony's R&D was intrinsically linked to it now, after all, but as few people as there were milling around in the surrounding labs, the areas the walls helpfully guided Misty through with obnoxiously bright, animated arrows apparently created to display the depths of the program's artistic arrays (flashing marquee signs, neon buzzing, frenetic cartoons, smoky loops) became increasingly barren, until she stood alone it what could only be Tony's carefully maintained disaster of a workshop.
Iron Man wasn't long after her, striding into the workshop purposefully and barely getting close before he was saying, "Come on, let me see it," both hands up and beckoning for her arm, her full records as Tony knew and maintained them springing up unbeckoned to her right and a workbench rolling in a ghostly sort of way at her left.