Though Tony didn't flinch this time, some of that tension returned as he eyed Sundance warily before she disappeared again to be annoyingly helpful, and he chased her to press against the door again like he could hear what she was doing in there. That was about when someone came marching around the corner, making Tony abruptly swing around and look outrageously casual in the most uncomfortable lean against the door, one hand up like he thought this would be more convincing if he also mimed a cigarette.

Inside the room was as unoccupied as Tony had suspected, and very strangely appointed. It did look exactly like what it purported to be: the Captain's own rooms, and thoroughly lived in, like he did live aboard the glorified casino shuttle, up to the carelessly downturned bed and dripping laundry basket. Not somewhere he might be entertaining guests, most likely. Outside of the mess, the difference in the upkeep from either side of the door was stark; the trinkets and trappings of this room were new and expensive. New enough that there were several boxes of packaging waiting to be disposed of yet.