"I'm fine, thanks," he replied, stepping to the side so people could go around them. They were always in a big hurry even now, although he suspected that was just a symptom of New York. Or just a sign that people were ready to go home after the races.
Either way, he was in a fairly good mood about the outcome, so he didn't snap when someone pushed past him. Jack had come in second, and he'd managed not to die in the process. That was important because a little talk of the future could be ignored; Jack dying and coming back could not.
"Did you enjoy the race?" he asked conversationally, as another person pushed past. "Mr. Stark decided upon it rather... suddenly."