Tony had to laugh. Was there something in the water? Or was he officially so detached that he had forgotten what it was like to interact outside of his limited, intimate bubble? Maybe that was why Pepper was so irritated with him all of the time, she was hearing a version of this question whenever his name came up, too, and the question was far less forgiving to her.
He had stopped his meandering at the sound of the downed bag, lingering on the mats again with a hand on his hip looking Betty's way, not sure if there would be a repeat performance but not interested in risking the crossfire if she wasn't sure of where he was. Besides, he wanted to see it happen. "No need to worry, sweetheart, I am available," he chose to interpret with an impish grin. "She's just my boss. Potts, you know her, don't you? Used to be my assistant, always did the job better than me...?" If Betty knew Tony, she must have met Pepper at some point. There might have been more complications with this new lifestyle of hers than Tony had been conferenced into.