[ Honestly, if it were up to him, he'd never get his space legs, but that's not exactly practical, considering that it looks as though leaving isn't something that will be happening anytime soon. So, might as well get started now. ]

Huh. Stars blinking out. Sounds a little apocalyptic. [ Which, he supposes, isn't too far from the mark, if he's understanding things correctly. ] I guess that explains why you'd be here, with all these people unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

[ He pretends to not really be the caring type, but he asks anyway: ]

Speaking of them, do you think they'll be okay?

[ He eyes her with a touch of suspicion, but in spite of his almost permanent sense of paranoia, he finally takes the drink, unscrews the lid, and gives it a try. ]

Wonder what filtration systems they use here.

[ Oh, right, introductions. ]

Tony Stark.

[ And her reaction, or lack thereof, to the name will tell its own story. As for that hand, it doesn't bother him one bit. He's used to people being handsy, after all, however that might sound. ]