He didn't much care for it, either, taking the thing blindly while he stared at the machine and tapping the cover against his chin thoughtfully. Maybe it wasn't such a minor risk to leave a door open to nowhere familiar; this was looking more like Dr. Richards had a hand in it by the second. It should have followed, then, that it would take a familiar channel of thought to shut the operation down. Dropping the book onto his chair, Tony approached the control panel for the first time, one hand slung in his pocket and the other drumming against his RT while he examined his options. Buttons, levers, all very clunky and retro sci-fi styling, older Baxter Building blueprints, obviously, and a big monitor to give the trained user some idea of the output. Rocking on his toes, Tony spotted that plug that Wanda had avoided touching and lit up their map.
"You don't have a cigarette, do you?" he asked when he was back on his feet with a quick glance over his shoulder, the screen in front of him dotted with pulsing points plotted along a tight sine wave. If those dots were what Tony thought they were, they had a lot of doors left open. Carefully, he reached out to pull back a big, touch me lever, slowly locking it down until the static in the air fizzled and sighed dead. The screen remained lit, nothing changed but a power gauge in the corner. That was one problem solved, if only temporary. It seemed to be a little more than that. "What exactly did Nick say to you?" Tony asked.