These were going to become a problem eventually, but that eventually was supposed to be a lower priority than the immediate repairs of the ship systems and getting the engine working so they weren't dead in the water. Tony's investigation after they had first gotten access to the space had been brief and frustrated, and he should have known that Donnie wouldn't be satisfied with that kind of surface level understanding. He should have been prepared for this.

He gave another frustrated tap at the obstinate control panel, angry that it didn't seem to do anything but spit out numbers that he didn't need, and more angry that he was quickly running out of reasons to keep his focus on it and off of Donnie's uncomfortable stillness. That sneering voice wasn't a good alternative, so Tony kept jabbing as he shot back, "Have enough wet dreams, one of them is bound to come true." It was well past time he dealt with this manually, and only then glanced up at Leonardo as he moved along the bed and knelt beside it to find the first seam. "Start saying something useful," he instructed.