Lorna stared at him, mouth shuttering as a sob finally tore it's way from her throat. She couldn't see anymore, almost glad of the stinging tears that obscured her vision. Tony Stark wasn't even pretending to be nice anymore, probably because they weren't near his actual guests. No need to be nice when he no longer had to worry about her making a scene in front of the party. Harsh words, the truth hurt. Steve was just too nice to say anything before this, so Tony was doing it for him. She was a horrible person and must have been horrible to Steve and Tony was just calling her on it like any good friend would.
She bit her bottom lip, body shaking with another sob she didn't want to let out and the hiccups that came from trying to fight it so hard. Lorna nodded, one hand pressed to her ribs below that big black bow and the other reaching blindly for the door. She stumbled the first couple steps before she broke into a run, unable to hold herself back once she started moving. She didn't stop, couldn't stop, at the BMW. She couldn't see very well and her heels, not at all made for running, broke off within a block of the building making her tumble hard into the brick wall of some other business. But she couldn't stop the crying and the urge to run away from the pain was too overbearing to fight. The shoes got left there, as broken as she felt while she made her way barefoot and now bruised into the cold of the night.