"He's doing as fine as he's going to," Tony interjected, although his expression (now he was out of the Iron Man armor and back to just plain jeans and a t-shirt) didn't really echo the bravado of his words. He knew what Remus would get up to in that box, tearing at himself until the night was through. The only real solace he had on the matter was that Remus himself would be grateful for it come tomorrow. No one else need be hurt.
It still didn't feel like a victory. Not many did these days.
He took a chip anyway, because the Doctor had them out and he needed something to do with his hands in order to get a little of his anxious energy out. "You alright?" He asked her, and then the guy too -- who. "Other Doctor, huh?"