A minute was a very long time even for arguably human-speed Tony, who narrowed his eyes after the first five seconds, and was already concerned he had landed on some kind of trigger combination of words and gestures to put Tommy into a trance by second 10. Concerned mostly that he didn't know how to recreate the fluke for future use, but also that it could be done at all, that was probably something to be worried about. By the time Tommy rejoined Tony on the knowable plane, Tony was considering his console again, trying to find a complete record of the ship's flight path thus far and mostly running in to annoying walls. That Tommy was navigating by a far more grounded and perceivable force, to Tony, was less interesting than a secondary adaptation that allowed him to achieve this another way and would have maybe been an interesting avenue to explore for possible space navigation. That he was just doing an array of calculations in the short bursts it took to get him from point A to point B was obvious, of course Tommy could do that. "You know, I was really hoping you weren't just going to say you're good at trigonometry, we're looking for cosmic solutions here, sweetheart, try to surprise me," he muttered. "There's no supposed to. That's just how boring people on Earth do measurements with telescopes. We've got a whole multiverse to navigate, which means a multiverse of possibilities..."

Now Tommy was just saying things, which was at least more surprising than confirming he knew how to add numbers together. Assuming this was still about colour, Tony started to open his mouth, about to point out that biology was not his thing and if Tommy knew something about how remora eyeballs worked, he was going to have to show his process. Tony was looking back at the console with his lips still parted as Tommy explained how he got the to bottom of the ocean, thinking that would go a long way to explain where some of these numbers were coming from. "It's probably not outside," Tony corrected, hands on his hips, then looking up and around the engine room, considering where he would hide a stowaway on an spacefaring cruiseliner. Somewhere that wouldn't be easy to see, and an engineer was less likely to go. "The kitchen. The Green Room," he proposed, the least interesting parts of the ship to him, anyway.