For his first arrival day from the other side, it was just enough to draw Tony Stark from his Lair of Research--that being, of course, his room that he had little use for beyond utilizing as a workshop and the occasional caffeine crash nap. He had been more obsessive since the injury to himself and to his armor, leaving it on the fritz. Functional, but unreliable. Like a car that you could start without knowing if it'd pop a flat along the way.

Despite all that, it was useful to keep an eye on the goings-on of the Madonna Inn, especially on a momentous occasion. New arrivals, new faces to add to the database. Since F.R.I.D.A.Y. was disconnected from any useful cloud data, he had been accruing his own notes on each guest. Nothing weird, it just paid to know who you were dealing with.

Trying not to look too conspicuous, Tony studied himself in the lobby mirror. His glasses (nanoparticle composites) hid the bags and the thermos of coffee in hand would keep him alert enough for the next hour-or-however-long it took for people to trickle in. He smoothed his hair back. If something was worth doing, it was worth preening for.

In the reflection, Tony caught the outline of someone meandering aimlessly about. Welp, there was the lucky pick of the litter to hit things off with. Not without sweeping the bangs back, first. Few things communicated lack of preparation than constantly adjusting the 'do mid-conversation.