Pepper follows after a moment, the joints of the boots whirring quietly with every step; she keeps an eye on Tony's progress, unable to help her minute concern for his feet. Luckily they make it into the master bedroom without trouble. Pepper feels another stab of some undefined gloom at the sight of the ruined bedroom; only some hours ago, they'd gone through their nightly routines, traded light banter as they settled in, slipping under the covers and fallen asleep, both of them knowing they'd unconsciously seek one another out in the wee hours of the night. It feels like some kind of violation to witness the room in such state, and Pepper thinks this must be more or less how people who've gotten their houses robbed must feel like. Which is ridiculous because this isn't even her house.

Swallowing the unexpected lump in her throat, she finds her bag in the mess and checks it for the things she immediately needs. That in order, she searches the wreckage for her shoes. Coming across a pair of Tony's sneakers, she picks them up and checks them for any glass and stuff. "Here," she announces once she's satisfied they're safe to wear, gently tossing them over. "I'll feel better once you put these on."

Seriously, her heart and nerves can't take him traipsing in this hazardous mess barefooted.