The offer was shockingly kind to Tony, still not entirely believing Cobb didn't have literally any place better to be in this rare chance at civilization they had to luxuriate it, and very much not used to volunteer help in general. It made him squint with suspicion after a moment, going, "Uh..." as he tried to work out what payment Cobb could have been expecting from their brief interaction, because it certainly wouldn't be that armor that he wasn't impressed by.

The completely unnecessary reminder not to get too comfortable with Cobb was more reassuringly familiar, making Tony chuckle with an impish delight as he popped up out of his seat again, like Cobb was going to one day regret saying so much. Tony could be much worse. "The good stuff, sure, put it over there," was how he accepted the offer to pass their tedious evening, gesturing to a less cluttered area near the Bloodsport's door, "And anything else you think would help us staple that place back together, throw it in, too." That could mean anything, but at least Tony had a sounding board now. They could work that part out while their hands were busy; more importantly, Tony continued seamlessly, "Usually, when there's someone I want to see, and I'm not saying there is, but I give them a call and maybe send a picture if I'm feeling frisky. If you already tried that, I'm out of ideas, you're stuck here, sorry, Marshal."