Tony flattens his lips together unhappily. He's not overly accustomed to feeling helpless, and though he's been getting acquainted with the feeling as of late, he still resents and hates every second of it. "I don't know," He admits, without much hesitation. "Everything I've gone through has been entirely useless. There's nothing here that points me in any direction besides the family plot. I'm grasping at straws, here."

He wanders around back over to the diorama and the assortment of not-at-all-helpful bullshit SHIELD provided. "I think they're more concerned with keeping me inside than keeping anyone out," He stops for a moment to snap another concession stand in place. "I'm once again continiously impressed by your ninja skills though."

And by SHIELD's incompetence.