A spoon might not have any business in the shower, but Tony had plenty more to process than a misplaced utensil, and as the...smoke...seemed to react, he had to very quickly insist with an emphatic point, "That was self defence." Which seemed to work, maybe, because she didn't seem intent on stealing his head just yet. If he retreated now, while she walked the other way, maybe they could both forget this whole encounter.

Of course, Tony followed instead, two quick, curious steps after her to see what was more engaging to her than exacting her headless revenge. He knew that helmet. Actually, he knew the line of that shoulder, and the generally suffering energy that he had been assuming was a more generalized undead disquiet, and not so personally targeted. In the same tone and volume of his started yelp, he asked, "Celty?! Where's your--," then seemed to realize this might have been something of a personal matter and finished in a whisper than didn't go echoing out of the showers, "...head?"

That did explain some things. Maybe not explain. Contextualize.