STARK TOWER EIGHT O’CLOCK TENTH FLOOR
She’d finally managed to decode the message, through her sleep deprived brain, and headed over to the Tower. She doesn’t bat an eyelid at heading in now, and she’s thankful that the security ignores the hip flask in her bag (although, y’know, it’s Stark Tower, bringing booze in wouldn’t be unreasonable.) It was a pretty good place to hide important information, if she does say so herself. She’s no spy, but it’s the best she could think of. She’s directed to the lift, after saying she’s headed to floor ten.
Being escorted around the place by an omnipotent robot is somewhat less odd now. Except when he starts taking her past floor ten, and much, much further up the building.
"Hey! Yo! Robot dude! Wrong floor! What are you doing?" This is either a shitty Stark prank or I, Robot in real life. Fuck’s sake.
She swears the robot sounds almost smug when he opens the doors.
"For your security, Miss Russell."
She rolls her eyes. “A little warning would be nice, robot boy.” Stepping into the room, she catches sight of Natasha.
"Sorry - I was just, er, arguing with a robot?" Smooth, Lily.