[Still staring, Tony slowly descends until he's landed, repulsors cutting out suddenly. They're each making a show of good faith, then, and Tony carefully keeps his hands point at the ground.
From here, it doesn't look exactly like the Mark I, though it is too close for comfort. A version of it that wasn't made with whatever scraps he could get his hands on. No immediate attack, though, so at least it's probably not some version of Stane. God forbid.]
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From here, it doesn't look exactly like the Mark I, though it is too close for comfort. A version of it that wasn't made with whatever scraps he could get his hands on. No immediate attack, though, so at least it's probably not some version of Stane. God forbid.]
Mr Stark, I presume?
[Look, it's a good assumption, considering.]