Hearing his name didn't turn his head. A lot of people said his name, and 90% of them were utterly inconsequential. He didn't have the time or interest to deal with them.
He did notice the blonde he'd looked at before in the corner of his mirrors, and then suddenly he felt arms around him. Every muscle in his body tensed, though he didn't jerk out of her grip. Restraint in the form of not knocking back people who were determined to touch you was the only sort he'd ever forced himself to learn. So he let her hug him, because if she was just some fan or forgotten lay, that's all she wanted to do. And if she wanted to hurt him, chances were she was trained enough to do it regardless of his attempts to push her away. He could thank Natasha Romanov, for making that abundantly clear.
But then she let go, and Tony realized it had just been a hug. And more stupid grinning. He gave her a long, thoughtful look from behind tinted sunglasses, then jerked his head to the passenger seat. "Get in. Light's about to turn."
Jarvis hadn't been able to locate records of anybody he'd known or associated with, yet. The employees that were supposed to work in the lower levels of Stark Tower. Contacts he was supposed to have in the city. His favorite Thai delivery service. If this girl recognized him it meant he had some kind of connection with this place after all, and that was important to investigate.
He turned his eyes back on the road. "Any luck with the clear way, J?"