Yeah, she was still a redhead. Her hair was shorter, but from what Tony's (generally) keen eye could see, not much else about her looked different. He wondered, idly, if he looked any different to her, since if she wasn't just talking out of her ass, seven years had gone by. Was he still rocking his goatee at that point? He certainly hoped so since he knew how to make it look good.
"Nah," he said, offering an easy shrug and clambering down the steps to meet her -- not was not to invite anyone in, no matter how excellent his current abode was. "I was just waiting outside because..." he trailed off, didn't bother finishing his sentence. Natasha had met him before. She must have known he had a tendency to get distracted. If he'd stayed inside it was just as likely as not that he'd get started on a project and never come up for air again, no matter how much someone was pounding at his door.
"Where are we headed? Did you walk?" Who even did that?