A stranger in Tony's bed was not unprecedented, but it had been some time since he was drunk enough to have absolutely no recollection of how they got there. In fact, he was sure he had spent the night alone, with JARVIS and a curious Kree communication device, and he really hoped that wasn't a false memory because he wasn't seeing any condoms in his search for clues of identification. There wasn't even pockets in the unfamiliar clothes, and no purse to speak of, unless it was-- nope, not under the bed. Still on his knees, Tony sat up and crossed his arms on the edge of the mattress, staring a the girl and trying to dredge that face up from whatever memory bank it had been buried in. Maybe he should just call Pepper. She would still do this sort of thing for him, right?