That wasn't nearly as good of a distraction as Tony could usually be relied upon, so he was just going to have to ignore Bruce's misgivings. He turned back to the door that sprung the trap thoughtfully, then, after a quick search, summoned the spark again to properly map this place. "That's good, way less of a mouthful than cordata daedalum. Friday," he was saying, mostly to himself as he worked this out. "Listen, here's the thing-- someone put those there, and set the trap, there's something down there we're not supposed to see. There's no way it's an exit, at this rate, but..." How could they just ignore it? Someone wrangled tropical flesh-eaters just to keep them out! Plus, Tony was within arm's distance to the door, to just reach out and push it open. Now they were committed. "I can't do it without you, buddy."