[There's a sound not unlike cold storage unsealing and the door swings open, smacking her with a wall of extremely loud guitar riffs. From inside, Tony's voice tells her she can come on in.]
[Inside is all sleek, stainless steel workspaces and modded equipment, basic tools that've been manually tricked out and a few small, basic automatons sputtering about. At least five flatscreen monitors, all set on a hot-rod screensaver, are distributed throughout.]
[On the largest table is the inert bot, its panels removed and some of its insides on the outside.]
[Tony's in the middle of soldering some wires together, and though it's impossible to believe he hears her over AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill," he gives a nod at her without glancing up from his work.]