Janet Van Dyne. His best friend in the entire universe.
Well, that had a nice ring to it in any case, even if he hadn't been made aware of it until just then. The name was familiar, although he couldn't put a finger on why. Something about back home. About -- he'd read a scientific journal once, maybe? He wasn't sure. "I'm not old," he said after a beat, because that seemed important to address. More important than the how and why and who of the universe. Maybe he was just tired, but he decided not to question it. If she said she was his best friend, she was. Tony didn't have many of those left, at this point. Maybe none. "I'm seasoned. When did you get so young? See? How do you like it?"
But she was kind, that much was obvious, and not lacking in bravery, considering that first sip of water was practically martyrdom. Tony would have protested, because frankly without he was going to die anyway, so there was no point in poisoning the both of them. But she did it anyway.
He made a wild gesture to his short hair that was possibly protest or maybe agreement, there was no real saying which because he was too busy drinking for the first time in a week and it was important. He had no time for words. Not until he drank that one, and then another, and then had to slow down because he really was going to vomit about it if he didn't, and it'd have nothing to do with worms.
It was probably unsightly. Tony couldn't yet be bothered to care. "Where's here?"