Felwinter walking along with him did make Tony feel chased, not helping his assumption that Felwinter was likely to stop him from unspooling the secrets of this place and making him consciously try not to look like he was hurrying while he very much wanted to make a run for the machine. "Something more tasteful here, then," he surmised as he approached it, both hands up to encompass it like he was just thinking about how Felwinter kept his room appointed and how to best maximize the space for all of that nothing he had. Then Tony slapped both hands to the metal, searching just as much for what it did as what it did.