Tony hadn't left his workshop at home since six this morning, it was currently three pm. Guest was busy making his schedule for the day and requested he was late for a meeting with the board of Stark Industries. Guest hurries downstairs, the sound of her heels clicking echoed through the house. She stops at the door leading to his garage/workshop and pulls out her key card, scanning it. The door slides open with a hiss and the sound hits her like a freight train. Tony had ACDC playing on full blast on the speakers in the garage while he worked on soldering something. He didn't hear her enter.