"What, from the whole city?" Tony asked with some disbelief that they had already combed through the entire place. He was walking away as he spoke then, the smoke from the smouldering rag getting harder to ignore and sending him back toward the bathroom to bring some water. "They don't use much metal in that other place," he called as he swept up a bucket, and had to shout over the pattering of the water as he continued, "But we should get what we can from there before we start touching their weird cages. If we're going to do that, we might as well take down that tower thing, the light, it's got a whole--server room to strip for parts."

By then, Tony had returned, and dumped the whole bucket in a flood across his workbench, showering the floor and soaking his feet, and the hem of his robe. The fire was dealt with. He took a deep breath and dropped the bucket with a careless clatter, then gave a loose gesture toward the robot Cal carried to finally answer, "We should scrap them. He needs to be more dextrous, he's tiptoeing around here like a baby deer and it's stressing me out."