[ Chair dropped off, to be ignored at will, Tony carries his momentum towards the narrow window to sit-stand at its sill, diamond-panes behind him and, let's be honest, just not a lot of light pushing through the cloudy sky beyond, or the blurry-thick glass.

Arms folded, his expression does a sort of 'really? wow' thing. ]

Yeah.

[ Five months. Must we dwell. ]

Living with aliens probably makes it more less this than it woulda been otherwise. Silver lining. Intergalactic relations've come that far in five years, huh?