[ Tony watches Reinhardt try and clear the spot for him - which seems comically futile in terms of actually cleaning up - but there's something endearing about the attempt regardless, so what the hell? He sits his ass down. It'll give him a chance to look at the armor up close anyway. ]

Hey, no judgement here. I don't let anybody near my rig either.

[ He leans forward to eye a panel more closely, running a curious hand over the battle-scarred surface. It's definitely seen some mileage. It makes him wonder just what the hell Reinhardt uses it for. ]

Could use a new clear coat, sure, but this is no flimsy build. [ His eyes drift over to the rocket booster, one eyebrow going up. ] You making yourself into a battering ram in your spare time?