"You could put on a song and dance, you know, give us a show," Tony suggested, then bit his lip as he wrenched the ragged carpet up away from the floor. What he didn't expect was the slightly springy rubber that didn't quite give under the curious prodding of Tony's fingers, but accordioned ruthlessly together in tiny, tight furrows that pinched at Tony's skin as the train rocked and adjusted its balance. Tony's hand snapped back from its curious inquiry, and he continued to hold the armor plate aloft, like he might strike at the surface if he knew where the weak point was. So distracted, it took him a moment before he answered, "Couple quarters would be welcome. Listen, this thing pulls into a station and there's a row of classic coke machines lined up there, I'd gladly take a couple hours round trip. You have Dr. Pepper? I would sell you to science for a Dr. Pepper right now."