A little weird was right. One second Tony was chattering away at Steve about nothing of true consequence and the next --
He was staring at his phone, which apparently just didn't get service in hodunk little towns (or the roads leading up to them) no matter what angle he held it up toward. This wouldn't be a problem, the engine of his car having seemingly given up the ghost, if he could get phone reception. He had a AAA membership. There was probably someone in town he could call for a tow, someone better suited to look underneath the hood of his car than he was. Well. That would be just about anyone, frankly.
"Oh," he said, feeling lucky (although still maybe a little annoyed with the luck it'd taken him to have to feel lucky in the first place) when someone pulled up ahead of him and stopped. The guy was build like a brick house and plaid jacket and dog ensemble was a little tacky, but his face was friendly enough. The guy, not the dog. Although the dog didn't look unfriendly either, he supposed.
Tony got of his his car too, shiny shoes and fashionable black peacoat not really meant for the type of weather happening around them, which wouldn't have been a problem had his car continued to do what cars were meant to do. "It just sort of -- fizzled and died," he said, waving his hand at his car and not really knowing what kind of words might describe what'd happened.