"Either way, it means that they need to get better security, and when they do I'll see about returning it. It's safer with me than with them at the moment." Half because nobody but Tony's looking in his direction. Half because...well. Parts thereof may have been remade in to microbot parts.

"As for why I want people out of my way- think about it, Tony. People are naturally curious- you know that, I know that, it's what push us to be who we are. But sometimes that curiosity needs to be discouraged, such as when-"

And he hesitates here, but the look on his face doesn't seem guilty. If anything, it's like he's trying to figure out how to put something in to words that he's only ever been so able to.

"-...when I just need to be left alone." Even that doesn't seem to fit it, though, and he makes a soft huff of frustration before rubbing at his face. "Not because I'm doing something to hurt people, just when...I need to get away from everything and everyone for a while."

Even that doesn't sound right. But he's no idea how else to say it. To give himself a bolster, he takes a sip of his own coffee, holding it with both hands as he takes in the bitter flavor. For him, black; cream and sugar are only for when it's meant to be a treat, not a tool.