Well that was a handy trick, and Tony wasn't the type to wonder about pushing his luck before diving right in; "A little smaller than that," he supplied, bringing his hands together to approximate and watching the little dude expectantly to see how far his good graces took him. It was not worth the bother of doing the dirty (really dirty, grossly dirty) work if there were systems in place for it, though Spider-Woman was welcome to utterly destroy her manicure in penance for her poor treatment of Iron Man. "And-- it looks transparent, with another box sort of inside it, like a puzzle." Now Iron Man was following the diligent search-gnome, much to the great boredom of His Foulness, who waved them both on to just get on with whatever displeasing work it was that had to take place. Tony was sure he knew someone rather like this topside, but felt even the Sewage King would find the comparison offensive.
"No, not a puzzle, it's still a box, like--yes, but not that one, we already covered that." The system had its flaws, but every program had its own language and wouldn't work for you if you didn't bother speaking it. Eventually, through some trial and error and a lot of very grimy Rubik's cubes, Iron Man's voice echoing from the private nook of prized terrible shit ceased. He came wandering serenely out, still looking around curiously, his new friend gone back to whatever had occupied him and the others so intently before the interruption. Even the boss gnome seemed to be dozing, worn out by the excitement of visitors and gearing up for their departure.