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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

"Well enough for something that didn't count," Tony answered easily. The race hadn't been much of a competition for him, so he'd taken the Aston Martin out for its debut run on it's modified engine and as such had driven far more conservatively than was his usual style. She'd come out without a scratch on her, which was more than he could say for some of the other cars. One day he was going to have to sit that one employee of his, Rex Racer, down and talk about defensive driving.

Tony noticed her glance down at the jumpsuit. "Didn't really have time to change. When you organize the race, they expect you to hand out the prizes." He grinned before tugging a bit at the suit until the white lettering spelling out his last name was visible. "Tony Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss... I would say Hepburn, but for all the similarities, you're much prettier."