Guinevere Stark
Guin smiled at the reporters, giving them charming waves just like Tony taught her as they headed into the event. Luckily, the reporters were really just acting as photographers, taking pictures of Guin and Lance. A few of them whistled at Guin to turn and look at them, and she obliged, knowing that she likely needed the good press. She didn't really care what they said about her in the papers, but Pepper had been quite clear about it - she needed the press to write about how she was clean and recovered. It'd help Stark Industries' image or something like that.
Once they got inside, Guin dropped the fake smile and stopped waving. "My mother? She'll probably grab us for a photo op the moment someone tells her that we're here...As for the computers, hopefully less time than whatever that ends up being," she whispered back to Lance. She spotted Hammer in the back with a man she didn't recognize and for whatever reason, he sent a chill down her spine. It was as if she could just sense something dangerous about him - like a predator in the midst of an oblivious flock. "That guy next to Hammer...Does he give you the creeps too?" Guin whispered to Lance, as she found their assigned table and sat down.