While Tony had been positive this had to be Wanda's decorating the moment he stepped through (it wasn't his, at least, and that left him without a lot of options), he was starting to doubt the assumption in the face of this lack of hospitality. On the other hand, that impatient attitude wasn't unfamiliar and Tony rolled his eyes, thinking he had avoided the production entirely. That was okay, he was good at this game. Instead of answering, he asked, "Are you smelling it?" as he followed Wanda to the engine, not sure what to make of her examination of it. With a hand up to ask, 'May I?', and the other out to carefully guide her out of his way to the console, keeping a hand on her back before she thought he meant her to go very far, he stepped in to take over.
"Identical atmosphere, good company," he finally offered as he made an attempt to get the machine to respond. It was a stubborn thing, though, insisting it was still powered on and refusing to turn off, locked onto one location without budging. "He must have done something," Tony determined, tapping ineffectually at unresponsive keys. Which was a good sign, he thought. That meant nothing too terrible had happened to preempt the other Tony from doing something foolish.