"Foosball?" Tony asked, pulling a face. "Don't let him convince you to join a frat next, because that's the road foosball leads to." Just a friendly warning, was all. But he liked the challenge she was offering and couldn't help but smile.
The lab was small -- certainly smaller than anywhere else he normally worked by at least half. Even the cave in Afghanistan had been -- well. A cave. But he made do with what he had and it was a hell of a lot nicer than having no space at all. Even if he had to constantly fight people off with broomsticks for the space that was his -- it had his name on it after all. And all of his work that simply couldn't get into the wrong hands so.... it wasn't a public space. That said, he'd help Nebula with whatever she needed and anyone else so long as they seemed like good people.
"Better than a repurposed janitor's closet," he said, shrugging. "And I've been here -- Nearly 8 months now." A long while, considering.