Before he was finished speaking, the lights in the cabin dimmed for a moment, then returned promptly to their full brightness. A croak came from the bedroom behind the half closed door: "M'fine." Then a cough, and a pause before the door swung open again to reveal Tony standing at his full, sure height and not even leaning on anything for support. He still looked pale and rather distressed, not to mention disheveled-- his jacket was gone and the collar of his shirt undone, the stay bouncing against his neck as he moved-- but it was an obvious improvement. For the first time, too, he appeared to get a proper look at his timely saviour, with some shock registering in his posture before he recovered and waved an inviting hand.
He strolled further into the receiving room, saying, "Thank you. That was incredibly kind of you, Mr...?" Tony raised his eyebrows expectantly, but his eye darted towards the couch, covered in papers, not anywhere anyone could sit, then the bar. Good, he could at least offer this gentleman a drink.