"Yeah, he seems to be doing that on his own..." Tony mused, looking slightly troubled by the idea, but that might have been directed at the robot flailing its legs out to reorient itself, only to overcorrect and tip the other way, sending it rolling off of the bench. With his hand splayed open and lips pursed, Tony looked to Cal to clearly ask if Cal saw what Tony had been dealing with as the D.A.T.A. unit bounced across the floor.

"There's a broken window on the train," he continued, waving his hand then like he had no idea how that might have happened, then gripping his wrench like a gun as he continued, "We could make something to bolt some equipment right into the wall and off the tracks." That could have literally been throwing work out the window if the signal was just being blocked, though, so Tony dropped his hands with some irritation and asked abruptly instead, "What's your read on him?"