Tony hadn't really thought ahead about the glass, unsurprisingly, but he's going to take his chances navigating back to the bedroom to get his go bag and some shoes. His throat suddenly feels dry too when he watches her reaction, but he's more than ready to get out of here for a while.

"You don't say," he returns dryly, but there's absolutely no bite to it. Mostly it's just reserved. He gives her one last glance over before weaving his way back through the glass and debris to get what he needs for the night.