"Not a great facsimile," Tony said, because sometimes despite all his schooled people skills and charm, he was just awkward and had very little in terms of filters. Still, the image was weird going on cute, so he couldn't say much else.
The topmost level of the building he'd entered didn't have anything in the way of people, but it did look like an office, so he reigned in his gauntlets and sat down at one of the desks, booting up a computer. It was slow, but that seemed pretty normal of any computer that wasn't his, most days.
"Half the population, right," he agreed, half distracted by the loading bar -- and trying not to think too hard into the truth of that matter, because it still sat pretty damned close to home. "And I'd say it was at random, but we don't know that for sure. He seemed able to make some choices as to who stayed and who went." Thanos had said so at least, that he'd spare Tony due to misguided respect.