"Yeah, well. I wish we didn't have to lock you up," Tony said with a shrug that resulted in a wince. "I get it. You're pissed off. I'm pissed off for you. Do you remember what happened that set you off?"
He looked around and found a chair nearby. Sitting down was probably good, before he fell down. He didn't seem to have a problem having a discussion with Hulk, speaking in the exact same tone and mannerism he would with absolutely anyone else. Friend or foe, it didn't matter. Tony was not above chit chat, even when he felt inward discomfort over what was going on around him.
He dragged the chair over while waiting to see if Hulk would answer.