Flying gave Tony a chance to check out the lay of the land from above. It was literally shaped almost identically to Roswell, New Mexico; JARVIS kept giving him statistics to back up how Test City was most likely modeled after the place until he finally told his buddy to let up already. Tony got the picture. They wanted them to feel as if they were in Roswell. Great. Someone was an Area 51 freak. Fine. Whatever. That wasn't the point of his flights. He was trying to test the boundaries to see if there was a way out -so far the answer was a distinct no- or if he could see anything outside the boundaries of the city at the very least.
People tended to settle near one another. It was a given. They liked being close to each other. Humans were social animals. Tony had picked up more than one Maxim model with a monologue on the topic. They'd really been interested in his idea of jungle play. There was little possibility they could be in a settlement which was naturally occurring without encountering another settlement close enough to be at least in viewing distance on a flat plane and this place? No mountains. Sure, it wasn't a totally flat plain like a tundra or Arkansas, but it was still flat enough for him to be able to gauge the surroundings from the top of the dome to know they had no visible neighbors.
'Tony, perhaps you should consider going down? Your core temperature is rising as are all your other vitals.'
"Yeah, yeah, buddy, I hear you: go down on my own or get taken down. Half the time I think you're Pepper's bestest instead of mine these days. Traitor."
'We only have your best interests at heart.'
Prim bastard. Tony chuckled as he made his way down. He had been getting claustrophobic for some unknown reason. The suit fit perfectly. It didn't crush him. Why would he feel trapped inside it? There was something different about flying in it when it wasn't as if the thing were a part of him the way it had been when the arc reactor had been fueling it as a power source. Now, Tony was literally a man in a can. He didn't like the feeling nearly as much as he had before.
He stepped out of the suit to smooth down his own clothes. Running his fingers through his hair as he walked forward, the suit following him like some strange robotic dog. Thanks to the nanites in his system, Tony could control it mindlessly these days unless he wanted it to do something very involved which was a rare occassion now. They'd spent months in a faux Las Vegas without the suits; before that, Tony had been working on rebuilding his tower at home---also without the suits.
Throwing up a peace sign at the woman, Tony said, "Tony Stark, billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist, genius. Good to meet you, Rachel Berry. What's got you all sad-eyed? This place isn't so bad. No zombies. No alien attacks. No wannabe gods from alternative universes. Pretty sweet deal all around for me."