That wasn't exactly what Tony meant, but at least her familiarity with the area was confirming that Wanda must have been the decorator and Tony wasn't left sucking on his lip over nothing. If it was threat level Swigging Tequila, she really should have been talking more and making Tony's mouth go dry less. Now they both needed a drink. By the time he had some words of explanation, though, he was leaning forward with his hands wrung between his knees, ready to ease her mind. Nick fucking Fury, already making life difficult in his absence.
The link between him and this was tenuous at best for Tony, though, and still didn't see what the big deal was. Nick wouldn't hand Wanda something she couldn't handle; Tony had seen them together, and she was the only person he knew that seemed to have Nick Fury under her thumb. Not that that was surprising. Opening his hands to her to welcome her observation of his demonstration, Tony dragged himself back to his feet and flipped a book off of the coffee table in front of him, giving it only a cursory glance before meandering toward Wanda's little problem. "All this guy does is fire up a wormhole," he explained, ie no threat of destruction imminent. To illustrate, he casually tossed the book through it's large, standing hoop, the pages flapping like the air crackled then fwip disappearing before falling through the other side. Turning on his heel to face Wanda again, no danger here, he said "It's a machine, you have to tell it what to--" Whap, the book fell onto the floor, right in front of the ring of energy, a solid landing with covers closed. Tony turned slowly, looking over his shoulder first before twisting his body, pointing to the familiar volume with an accusatory question he couldn't articulate. That wasn't supposed to happen. Nick, what did you leave behind?