Oh yeah, Tony had no idea. But it was pretty clear Bobby knew plenty enough about him. The Mechanic, indeed. It was nice to know his nicknames lasted over different universes, he supposed.
Tony wasn't really one for handshaking but he did it all the same, smiling a little lopsidedly as he did so. "Nice to meet you again for the first time then, huh?" Maybe it was hard for other people, but the concept of being known when he didn't know someone else wasn't exactly new to Tony. He could just be a household name in a few dimensions.
"Coffee," he agreed, glancing over at the pot that was well on its' way to done at this point. Definitely more interesting than a toaster. "Milk's in the fridge, sugar is in the -- the shelf there. Cabinet. Why shouldn't you drink coffee?" Listen, Tony knew excitable. He could do excitable, although some might accuse him of being more on the manic side of things.
"What do you normally do back home?" He countered, pouring a cup and waiting his turn for the creamer, although he didn't take sugar generally. "The hotel seems to do some of the cleaning on its own, but it's spotty in our actual rooms. Laundry, yeah, manage it on your own. Cooking too. Although plenty of people leave stuff in the fridge or'll do it for you if you prove yourself incapable of being around open flames." Was he speaking from experience? Yes.