Oh, great, now they were talking about it. Iron Man turned to plant his hands on the table and look as seriously committed as he could pretend to be behind his mask, which turned out to be quite a lot. The second sample was tighter, more structured, like a barber's before-and-after shot. If Tony didn't know that biology regularly had a frustratingly unattainable elegance to it, he would have said it was engineered. "Did you make this?" he offered anyway by way of response, then pushed himself up, arms crossed again and hip cocked. It would be nice to have a flu vaccine that worked, now that they were trapped and at the mercy of an artificial atmosphere.
That didn't seem like a now problem, especially with the leading brainiac on all subjects out of commission. Tony's problem was going to have to wait, too, so he waved a dismissive hand, saying, "Weird alien thing, noncommunicative. Yeah, let's see if we can talk the big guy down. Bruce doesn't have the vacation days."