[Adam levels the guy with a look (which has the uncanny ability to be felt even through his eye shields.) He doesn't seem surprised, or... Much of anything at all, really. About as impassive in person as he'd sounded over the network.]
Funny. That's not the one I usually hear.
[Because come on, a half-machine former cop from Detroit? The jokes practically write themselves (have written themselves several times, in fact.) Either way, he can't say it's a promising start, but at least he knows that Stark's not necessarily a guy who goes for the low-hanging fruit.
His attention's drawn from the man to the mess of machine and its exposed innards beside him – whatever that is he's working on. Adam may be far from a troglodyte when it comes to mechanics, but he certainly feels a little like one the longer he studies the thing. No matter how hard he stares, he can't make heads nor tails of what it's supposed to be for.
Eventually he gives up, folding his arms and turning his attention back on Stark. He jerks his head, indicating the machinery.] Hope I'm not interrupting anything important.
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Funny. That's not the one I usually hear.
[Because come on, a half-machine former cop from Detroit? The jokes practically write themselves (have written themselves several times, in fact.) Either way, he can't say it's a promising start, but at least he knows that Stark's not necessarily a guy who goes for the low-hanging fruit.
His attention's drawn from the man to the mess of machine and its exposed innards beside him – whatever that is he's working on. Adam may be far from a troglodyte when it comes to mechanics, but he certainly feels a little like one the longer he studies the thing. No matter how hard he stares, he can't make heads nor tails of what it's supposed to be for.
Eventually he gives up, folding his arms and turning his attention back on Stark. He jerks his head, indicating the machinery.] Hope I'm not interrupting anything important.