Tony finished a note he had been writing, but finally shut the flat computer and slid to backward on the very expensive metal seat that was the armour, looking at Baird. They'd spent quite a few enjoyable days and late nights working alongside on projects and he was beginning to be quite fond of the stranger from strange lands, so he was inclined to grant him the favour.
"I see." Tony wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Technically, that's not a problem. Do we have a location, though? A person is a pretty damn small target, even for a Navy sonar."
The scatterbrained genius scratched the back of his hand with his wrench. "Yeah? Didn't you program some sort of drone?"