Tony would have been impressed with the dramatics if his patience wasn't already strained enough. It was certainly an act he hadn't seen out of too many moles; pity, or something like it. Probably because it was tiresome. When he stopped at the doors, the security guards looking on curiously, he just watched her have her little fit, lips pursed and eyebrows drawn with an impatient examination. Even if she wasn't working for Magneto or whoever else was after the Avengers today, Tony didn't want anything to do with a girl who broke down crying because he didn't tear her panties off in their first instance of face time. Granted, he had more of those kind of short-term relationships than anything else, but that was probably because they guaranteed no one ended up crying over the other. At least, not in public. He wasn't sure, he didn't return a lot of calls.
Deal was, he didn't want anything to do with this. Especially not tonight. He needed no-strings-attached stress relief, and not some crazy who might have already dropped a lawsuit in his lap. So his words were clipped when he said, "When you're done, it's the BMW that should be right out front. Please try not to dump this hormonal fit on my driver, he has enough to deal with. And, sweetheart? If you're pulling this shit with my best friend, he really is just too much of a gentleman to tell you to take it elsewhere."