Evidently, this animal had yet to figure out exactly what to make of these intruders, because it really should have been keeping its distance after that last encounter, Tony thought. He was slower to stand and back away toward Jon, hand out to keep the snack behind him in case the animal was considering another taste, watching as the animal largely seemed unbothered and approached the nest with another bundle of sticks clutched in its dexterous hand. It was clearly made for climbing and grabbing more than crafting, though, because it patted with awkward, slow motions against the opening of the nest, mostly scattering its tools around the floor and its other front foot that it used to balance the length of its scaly body as it hung still from the edge of the window. Tony's shoulders relaxed slightly as it worked, and he glanced over his shoulder at Jon with eyebrows raised, then pointedly around the room. No spiderwebs in here, despite the open window. Someone might have been controlling the population.

"I was promised a coffee," Tony corrected, and though he didn't move too suddenly, he picked his deliberate way back through the room to drop himself decisively in the seat at what had to be the teacher's desk for this class, where he could survey the whole scene and keep an eye on the animal and its work, like Tony might have some expert pointers on the craft. Jon's bag was pushed onto the desk, where Tony could rummage in it for any thermoses.