An hour was enough time for her to calm down a little, and collect herself a lot because even though the Extremis was stabilized -and Tony had stayed up for three days to get that figured out- it was really just to keep her from physically exploding, it manifested now as emotional uproar and the occasional bout of paranoia.

She was still worried, but not as badly as she had been, "Tony's not back yet, he's at a conference in Germany, Trier, and it was supposed to be over two days ago. He was supposed to be home yesterday." Even her tone was calmer than the voicemail had been, if only a little, "He hasn't called, or emailed, or ...I don't know, sent a carrier pigeon, so I'm going to go find him." Because of course she knew his itinerary, she'd been the one to put it together in the first place, "I know it's not that dangerous for a woman alone, but it's easier with backup, and let's face it, you're really the only person I trust to be backup."