"It won't leave my private server," Tony promises. He shuts the folder, because wow, as interesting as that is, it really is fucking horrible, and. Yeah. There's kind of been a lot of horrible going around, it seems. If he didn't know better--

Wait. I don't know better. And it's only paranoia if they're not actually out to get you. And Tony knows better; he's had way too many people out to get him not to. He frowns a little, and pours himself that third drink.