That should have been a straightforward question, but something kept nagging at Tony, making his focus dart, trying catch what felt like it was tugging at him, and he only managed to mutter, "Uh...," before he had to swallow thickly with an audible click in his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he swept his free hand through his hair to tug at the short strands at the nape of his neck harshly enough to ground him.

Why did it matter? Maybe it would tell them something about why this was happening, and get them out of here. Eyes still shut to knit together a thorough memory, Tony reported, "I was in the shop. The armor's almost done, just have to keep changing the wiring in the helmet, and I can't afford to trash it, so it's a process, you know--" That part wasn't sounding important. "Then it got dark, and there was a--noise--..." he offered, the hand at his neck twitching to try to demonstrate the static that sparked through the network, "and this voice. I don't know where it was coming from, it was everywhere, and when I went outside there was that thing, that big eye, like when--" He opened his eyes then, first to look out at that awesome presence, then to slide cautiously toward Kaz. "That eye was there before, but I was at the forge, not this place." Tony finally let his hand drop from his neck, not looking confident that he had provided any helpful clues, and looked to Kaz with hopeful inquisition.