If chaos followed Tony, he was prepared to blame Elektra. He was having a perfectly normal day before he spotted her. There was only a minor explosion in the garage, he was only an hour and a half late to his first appointment because of a biological weapon threat that turned out to be a bluff, and only two million dollars had been misplaced by a company Tony had forgot he owned. All of these things, perfectly containable. He figured he should be able to contain this situation as well, before another million had to be 'misplaced'.
He bounced down the stairs with a slow clap, glossy smile rigidly in place, eyes darting around at the assembled faces trying to determine who was the greatest threat. Crowds could be tricky to read. It wasn't Elektra he was worried about. The crew didn't come prepared for a knife fight, so they were all stunned and frozen. It was the faces all starting to turn and take in the situation, and ready to blow it out of proportion. "Mickey!" Tony called to the nearest magazine employee, making the kid raise is eyebrows, confused. "Michael...?" he tried, gesturing to himself. "Right, whatever. Mike, get this reset, someone needs to talk to the talent," Tony instructed loudly, waving away all of the innumerable questions written on Michael's face, going from flustered and frustrated with the fight to downright baffled with the whole situation. But Tony was moving on, leaving Michael to sort it out for himself while he boldly draped an arm around Elektra's shoulders, still watching the crowd for the dam to break. He didn't quite draw her away, but looked expectantly to the man she threatened, like he was in the wrong here and needed to back away.