Re: Ronan X/Tony S
Nobody is going to harass you. [Tony peers at him through the open window. This is one of those with the window glass tinted to something between smoke and mirror, and fortunately the passenger side is all the way down, allowing a view of a black leather interior and a screen better suited to a home theatre than a car. No comment until Ronan is all the way in. The windows slide up.
Now the interior isn't lit by daylight, but by the blue of the device in Tony's chest. The one in Ronan's possession is a little longer and the metal has a smoother, more angular edge. The strength of the light seems to be the same, revealed by the open button up shirt he shrugged on that morning, but Tony is a little gray around the gills, and there's a faint cold sweat that gleams on his lip as he turns his eyes away from Ronan and his magic phone.
The car doesn't move. Tony puts a hand out.] Please?