This girl knew there was a Cassie Lang. The surprise she tried to pull on him just irritated Tony, his lip curling when he looked away and directed his glare down to the emptied street. It was callous, the way she wore her face, tried to claim her memories, then play ignorant. "Don't even try that," he managed to warn evenly, and his eyes on her were cold steel. "Pure luck she's not around to run in to, right?" he asked. He didn't look away again, but stared at her with that same unblinking study that he had met her with.