"An hour?" Tony exclaims, indignant. He huffs out an irritated sigh and mutters, "fine," and plops sullenly into one of the chairs.

He spends a couple minutes waiting patiently, a couple minutes fidgeting, a couple minutes messing with his Pod, and then he finally gives up and turns back to the receptionist.

"Hey, do you still have the coffee and tea bar set up? Can I go grab a drink?"