If the numbers and symbols and line graphs display in the air are of a different kind than the usual numbers and symbols and line graphs, then it'd take someone who knows what they're supposed to be to immediately figure that out. There is a definite absence of machine part graphics and renderings, and something spidery and molecular floating above Tony's head.

He doesn't startle, when he hears her. His grabbing onto the holograph, diminishing it into his fist, is as frenetic as (normalcy) usual.

"What're you doing up?" --maybe if he can get the scolding in first, this time. He has spun to face her, dark eyes bright. Searching. "Couldn't sleep?"