[A beat of quiet. Well: quiet being relative when the world is whooshing by, buffeting the metal of Tony's armor and the fabric of Juno's clothes with slappety seal-like abandon. Tony contemplates that sentence as the city approaches.]

A detective, [he repeats.] Well shit. What do you specialize in, Mr. Steel? Adultery or corporate espionage? I've had to hire a few of those myself back when I ran the company.

Well, HR and various-- delegated representatives did the hiring. But my name was involved as a general rule. [Stark Industries, it would have been on the letterhead of most offer letters made, the signed contract, the check. But Tony has watched enough movies and been peripherally related to enough of the arguments and negotiations and board room meetings to know about a little about it. Emphasis on 'peripherally.']