Just as cautiously, with Tony's brow furrowed to ask if that was what Jon meant to do, maybe that one was a work in progress, the suit gave another shiver then started flying at Jon in determined parts. The faceplate snapped abruptly shut again along with them, where Tony could appear alongside a model of the suit that he was ostensibly helping to define for Jon, but lounged against its shoulder and obscured half of the lables as they appeared with the arrival of each new scale of the armor that assembled itself around Jon. He was more respectfully buttoned up then, and the real Tony behind him did his best to catch up in the time he had, searching around the disaster of his workshop for his sunglasses and a jacket to survive the unforgiving sunlight. "How's the fit?" they both asked at the same time, Tony's digital smile a self-satisfied hook that clearly didn't need an answer.