Relieved when he sees the item in question slung over the back of a chair, he's quick to pick it up and deposit it into her arms. Everything else is just stuff, right? He swallows the lump in his throat and makes for the elevator, pressing the garage button -- he doesn't even feel like talking to JARVIS right now. Especially not when it feels like he's abandoning him, as irrational as that is. He doesn't even think about which car he's going to take, grateful the fight hadn't extended down here, his hot rod still in tact and staring at him as he grabs a random set of keys.

Waiting a beat to make sure Pepper is in step with him, he hits the key fab and follows it to a nondescript black Audi a few rows in that responds. His body language is clear: time to get the fuck out of here. "Can you call the hotel from the car?" Tony knows her well enough to know she needs something to occupy her mind with, so hopefully a simple task like this might help. Gathering up all their things, he throws it ceremoniously in the back before climbing behind the wheel.