The diner made sense, and Tony didn't quite brighten but was readily looking back over his shoulder, muttering, "D'you think...?" He would have immediately gone to find out for himself, only hesitating with a frown and not sure if he should look peevish or innocently surprised at the accusation that he needed a distraction. He was perfectly fine, his brain was hijacked and he was trapped in a spaceship, it was normal to look antsy. "You're the one trying to scrounge up a martini," he eventually produced, drifting further into the room and letting his glasses slide down his nose to inspect the shimmer of light through the water and try to see to the surface. Gladio was right, there must have been a way to get in there. "If you need someone to take you for a swim, I'm not going to turn down the free show."