[Tony looks around, noting the decor. Not that it’s just him noting it. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is looking too and categorizing the various soundproofing measures for him. Dropping into one of the chairs he doesn’t so much sit as slouch, leaning back and resting his head against his propped up arm, fingers forming an L next to his face. It’s a contrast to Kilgrave, unconsciously intentional. He always does have to be contrary.]

Personal defense system. Among other things. I’ve been here for a month, plenty of time to build all sorts of things. I thought you were going to show me something.

[He doesn’t really want to sit down and discuss their lives. Nature of present company aside he has a lot of work to do and only so many hours of daylight.]