That's really not fair. [Tony watches the medic with the sort of resigned placidity that most people have when they're watching the weather channel. He hisses when the man gets out scissors and starts cutting melted neoprene away from his skin.] Pepper. [Slightly strained voice.] Don't take this the wrong way, because you're scheduling my implications, but can you go away while-- [Tony's chest tenses and his knuckles go white as the man pulls at the fabric gently.]