It wasn't much, but it was good to know she wasn't only streaking across the universe leaving a trail of angry, broken sociological systems. They might get a balanced trial when someone came hunting her down. With his gaze locked on his work once more, he shoved Misty's arm up to balance on her head while he plucked up his soldering iron and tweezers from his lap to start searing her bicep back together, and muttered, "That explains it, you know, I haven't had a date in months and I couldn't figure out what it was about space that was just not working for me. It's the tan, of course." Blowing a careful breath under her arm before the black smoke of his work could waft into her face, he gave the work a beat to cool and met her eye again to insist seriously, "You don't owe me anything, sweetheart, you're not asking for anything impossible." And less seriously, "Maybe the sword." With an inquisitive touch to the fresh connection with a briefly bare finger, Tony took up his tweezers again to continue onto the next possible disaster. "There's always something else to do here, though," he went on muttering, unguarded in his focus. "I was barely keeping it together half the time just running a company, and this is a planet, and there's so many little things that come up, it's like one step forward and ten steps back every day. And, you know, you come in here and it's, look at all of this cool shit, we should be trading, we should be...microchipping, or whatever, and it's awesome, I get it, that's the problem. I get the whole, big, perfect future." Her arm was twitching with its systems tests again by then, and Tony carefully held her wrist where he wanted it against the crown of her head while dropping his soldering iron back in place, watching the flicker where he had been working. "I just, I can't build...fast enough, faster than I can think of the next fifteen problems that are going to happen."