"Oh, no, don't let me interrupt," Tony said, waving a dismissive hand to whatever this gal was doing with her time. He wasn't in any position to judge, he assumed an open door policy as well. They'd pay for that bridge if they came to it. Forced to actually engage with her, though, however brief the look he tossed over his shoulder was, he managed to pinpoint, "Cake Girl," with a definitive gesture her way, as though he was proud of himself for even getting that far and maybe an actual name would be a step too much for him. Tony had quickly returned to his hunt for a shirt, satisfied with his discovery of her place in life, but then found himself wheeling around again to accuse, "Is this one of the perks of the job?" He definitely would have done more thorough background checks.