[Better not be touching his stuff Poe. Points at eyes points at Poe. Kidding, but Tony does notice the other man. Partly because he's on hyper vigilant alert for something to attack him (though the neighbors have assured him he won't see it coming) and partly because none of his junk heap moves of its own accord. Yet..

Now. How does one sign “generator”. No idea. Reaching into his pocket he flips out his device and types one handed, not even looking as he sets down the metal rods (taken from many a bathroom towel rack) he's carrying with his other hand. When he's done he holds the message up for Poe to see.]

Electrical current has sound. Need an independent power supply to build something off the grid.

[Okay, he finally looks up once he's secured his pipes to ensure they won't rattle if a breeze whips through. The guy in his junk pile is...different than what Tony is coming to understand as the “local” look. He lacks that scared rabbit, ma and pa on the frontier quaintness many of the residents sport. There goes Tony's thumb over the device keyboard again.]

Not a resident, are you?