There was about as much reaction from Tony as there would have been with the mask; he cocked his head thoughtfully, not entirely surprised, eyes still on Misty's battered arm and eyebrows only raised with a little bit of concern. It wasn't as though this wasn't in the top ten things Misty was most likely to do with a spaceship. Who gave her a spaceship anyway? "I take it everyone else made it out alive..." Tony prompted as he leveraged a dented plate loose from Misty's arm, letting it clatter carelessly to the floor and giving him access to summarily strip her hand down to the wiring. "Nobody else needs a new limb, do they?" From the drawer, he fetched a wire that clicked into place just under Misty's elbow, then connected to Tony's armor, the plating around his RT shifting aside to expose the delicate frame around his heart.