Misty still wasn't used to being in the sixties, and why would she have been? She was just happy that there were few things she had to change about herself. Afros were technically in, but the size of hers was knowingly a bit new - it was also a pain in the ass to maintain without modern appliances. A basic wash and go was too troublesome for the length she'd arrived with, so she'd gotten her hair cut to something much more manageable and turned fewer heads. Trading in her usual jumpsuit didn't kill her either, happy to dress casually in the more comfortable and basic styles of the time, fading into the background (as she currently preferred) out of her signature bright red. The biggest thing she was having issues with was her attitude, which wasn't anything new - she had the same problem in her own time - being in the sixties just made it worse. Calling people out on their ignorance was pointless, and she was really trying to keep herself out of jail seeing as her usual bail out crew was nowhere to be found.
Fortunate for her that she didn't have too hard of a time finding Tony and securing some sort of employment. She wasn't quite sure why she was asked to come over that afternoon, but when she saw the state of the mansion - the state being way too open and accessible - she made her own work for herself. She'd lost track of time, not really remembering when she got there, and not sure how long she'd been at what she was doing, but it didn't really matter. The list of security risks she was finding throughout the place was getting longer with each turn of a corner, so long that she wondered if Tony ever took his safety into consideration at all. In comparison to 'her' Tony's home, and, really, her society, she was surprised he hadn't been burgled or worse. After a while, she stopped paying attention to all of the issues, realizing that he was going to need to do some serious work if he didn't want to have to worry about crazy people running up on his place - especially with the way things were going down at Stark Industries.
Her attention had settled on the decor, and how different it was from what she was used to. An obvious observation, she knew that, but all of it continued to catch her off guard. Every now and then she'd stop to study, trying to decide if the taste of this Tony corresponded to the other Tony, and usually it did. Bold graphic design, 'tasteful' pop art, and paintings that were obviously bought because someone else wanted them. The furniture was still sleek, the lighting a bit lower, but she chalked that up to technological reasons. The biggest problem was the mess. He was a bachelor without all of the toys 'her' Tony had following him around to clean up after him. His cleaning ladies probably deserved higher pay than what they were getting for the task they had whenever they came over.
Startled out of her distraction, Misty frowned immediately, her first thought harsh and irritated before remembering where and when she was. Her second reaction was to find a nearby comm panel - once again, she was disappointed. Sighing with frustration, Misty - with no haste - made her way to the garage, trying to ignore the intense urge to touch every single car she passed before coming to stand at the rear of the Ferrari. "You rang?"