Watching the computers made Tony remember to thank his own brain for remembering to prepare against contingencies like this. He'd hate for someone to try and shut him down, or at least the parts of him that were relevant.

"Obviously that didn't pan out. You don't have much control, do you?" he questioned, sidetracking the kid a bit. He looked scared, like a deer in the headlights. His eyes weren't quite wide enough, but the nervous position of his body said enough. The tightness of his jaw, the tilt of his head, his spine, his stance.

The computers that John had managed to turn on immediately flickered, before the screens filtered through several images, before settling on one of his own suit.

"Not much control at all. What's your interest in my suit?"