It's a fairly average sort of day down in Tony's personal basement R&D department. Building things. Failing to build things. Having some minor mental and emotional crises. Snacking. You know, the usual.

The stomping down the stairs is a little out of the ordinary, though. He pauses what he's doing to watch Lichfield loudly make her way down to the door, looking very....very. He's not sure. It just doesn't look good - it takes a second try before she can get through the door, even.

He immediately extends his tiny box of cereal at her, by apparent way of greeting. "Want some fruit loops?"