"Of course he is," Stark says, a smile at Vicki that is not wholly uncharming. He speaks in between other people, occasionally over them, at a constant commentary. His hand automatically takes Wayne's in a brisk shake, the other clapping over it in amiable over familiarity, palms very warm. "Pleasure's all mine."

Released again with almost a flourish. "Heard you had a hell of a welcome home. Oh--

"This is... my new friend," he is saying, of the girl at his side.

"Jessica."

"Really? Jessica, Ms. Vale, Mr. Wayne. Who came back from the dead and kicked in the door of his own company, makes it seem like the rest of us have got something to watch out for."