The Exo tensed under that hand, his optics shifting from the man who was encroaching his personal space to the shotgun. He managed to quell the urge to grab it back. Tony was going to repair it. Getting clingy about a shotgun would just set them back a step.

Of course with the man suddenly diving right into disassembly, Felwinter was very close to doing so again. His glove creaked softly as he clenched a fist, anxiety hopefully not mistaken for anger. He turned his head towards the open entryway.

"It looks like you would need more than a screwdriver for that," he noted.