[An eyebrow arches at that, his eyes taking in signs that Jack's body won't be too fond of that cold fire one for too long either.]
Ten thousand, give or take. [JARVIS has been tracking and extrapolating the data as he moves over Keeliai.] It's a party crashing worthy of the frat history books without the booze or the babes.
[Alas.]
Guess that leaves it to me to flush them out. [Tony looks up and around as he says it, thinking that over.] You, Frosty, look too rosy around the cheeks to keep up that cold fire parlour trick.
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Ten thousand, give or take. [JARVIS has been tracking and extrapolating the data as he moves over Keeliai.] It's a party crashing worthy of the frat history books without the booze or the babes.
[Alas.]
Guess that leaves it to me to flush them out. [Tony looks up and around as he says it, thinking that over.] You, Frosty, look too rosy around the cheeks to keep up that cold fire parlour trick.