Sharing in her pride was proving to be difficult. For a drawn out breath, Tony just stared towards where he had been directed, tongue against his teeth and eyebrows creeping upwards. That didn't look like the sort of place Tony would even call home when he was sleeping on the street. It was the sort of place he avoided to keep from being stabbed and/or accused of murdering a prostitute. A guy still had standards on his path to self destruction.
"All by yourself," he eventually parroted, sounding so deeply condescending it might have come back around to earnest praise. Maybe not with the way he looked at her with pursed lips and the disbelieving knit of his brow. Come on. She was talking to Tony Stark here. He gave her all the room she needed to break that ground, patient and expectant.