[ Seriously, where the hell was this place pulling people from? Tony had never in his life been considered a small guy, unless you counted Thor and Steve, but-- whatever. Point is, that when the guy steps into the elevator with Tony, there is suddenly a whole hell of a lot less room and Tony seriously regretted not just taking the damned stairs despite the fact that he was tired from way too much time in the office and not enough sleep.

And then, of course, because Fate loved him so, the damned elevator stops.

Groaning, the genius lets his head fall back against the wall, then repeats the action one more time for good measure, before giving his companion a Look.]

Unless this is some kind of romcom and we are now meant to make out since we are serendipitously star-crossed lovers, no no it isn't.

[ And his toolkit is in the office. Of fucking course. Tony pushes off the wall and motions for Damen to move over a little. Well, as much as he can.]

Shove over there, I will see what I can do. [ He starts to work on prying the panelling off the wires which is... harder than he expected actually.] You wouldn't happen to be Asgardian, would you? Totally look the type, also would you happen to have a philips on you? I mean probably not but man that would make my life so much easier right now. That and like, six gallons of coffee. That would be nice too, but I am guessing no to that as well.

[ Sorry, tired Tony is a rambling Tony.]