Stark shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his constant snacking slowing down even further. It takes her a moment to spit it all out, and when she does... well. She's mad. She's really mad.

"Wrong?" At this point Tony's eyebrows are as far up as they can go without soaring into the sky and flying away. Then he squints at Lichfield and looks as genuinely confused as he can muster - which is, honestly, pretty confused. Because he is, really. Just not about this particular subject. He's more confused about related subjects, like Caroline yelling at anyone, let alone Potts. "What do you mean?"