I pride myself on my originality. Also, I already gave the name Robocop to somebody else. Them's the breaks.

[ Tony hops away from the machine, pocketing a soldering iron in the process and shoving his goggles up onto his forehead so that he can get a better look at his visitor. He's about what Tony'd expected, if he's being honest, but he's not ruling out surprises, either.

He shrugs at the latter comment. ]

Just making sure we don't all die in the cold unyielding vacuum of space. Usual stuff.

[ This is all said very casually, as one might discuss the weather, or the salad they ate for lunch. ]

So! What's your deal?