Tony didn't hide the click of his tongue in impatient irritation as the curious machinery was hidden from him again, but he did swing back, still working hand back in his pocket and the other patting at his chest again, drumming over his heart. This Earth that York spoke about was more like Jon's then, no Invaders, potentially no Avengers if Hank wasn't making Ultron, though maybe the crisis still happened with this android model if the humans have turned on them so violently.

Still thinking, still building with his focus dancing around every shift in York's posture like the movement revealed more of his mechanism to Tony, he offered, "You should come to the hospital. If they let us out of here." With a toss of his head like the door was still over his shoulder, he continued, "I've been setting up a room for the synthetics, for the droids and the Exos and the prosthetics..." He wound his free hand around, et cetera, with a roll of his eyes, for York to pick up on the pattern--there were a lot of different kinds of problems that might need solving in their small community, and Tony could use the help managing the resources before the next problem occurred. Thoroughly understanding how York worked and how to rebuild the parts of him might have been convincingly altruistic, to some people.