Rhodey winced, rubbing his forehead. This hadn't been what he'd expected...and yet, as Tony continued, it started to make sense. He locked eyes with Tony for their awkward, sentimental moment, then looked away quickly- pretending to cough. "You're damn right I want to..." Rhodey approached the podium cautiously, watching as the hydraulic arms peeled away layers, revealing the space for the pilot within.
Grinning at Tony, he turned and slid into the chassis. Just as he was getting comfortable, an arm secured the chest piece on him with a Ka-Chunk! "Woah-" Rhodey called, as armor was secured and tightened all around him. The helmet was last, and he was forced to simply wince and shut his eyes as he felt the metal press around his head. Opening his eyes, he sucked in a breath as the display flared to life. Green targeting overlays highlighted everything he could see, as he turned his head experimentally. "Not bad..." he muttered, in the understatement of the year...