As Tony shuffles along the corridor it doesn't escape him that the only sound left in the hallway was his own loud feet, either the other person had stopped to see if he'd attack them, or they were waiting to pounce on him. It causes his own footsteps to become a lot more hesitant. Death was not at all a good way to start an arena, not in Tony's opinion anyway.

His halting footsteps come to a complete stop as he stares into the darkness ahead of him.

"Okay, you are making this all very intimidating and all. But if you could just keep walking and we can just happily ignore each other until we can just ignore each other until one of us finds an exit."

Despite how hesitant his footsteps had become, his voice however was strong clear, and oh so very dismissive. A tone oh so familiar from any number of press releases or televised summons when he wasn't interested in being talked down at.