"Code," Tony repeated, because he wasn't all that great at wet sciences, if he was being honest. It was just easier to think of dna and all the rest as coding. And, well, at this point, it was. He had it all displayed in front of him, lines running and comparing. Maybe he'd find answers. Maybe he wouldn't. Tony didn't really know, which wasn't something he loved.
"Astronaut and physicist," Tony repeated, impressed. "That's a pretty nice resume." For all the good it would do him here. And had probably done him in space. Tony understood that pretty spectacularly. "Wormholes. Aren't they just the worst." It wasn't a question. They definitely were.
"I'm from 2018," he said, looking away from his screens to focus on John and his coffee. Not like his work didn't record itself anyway. "So a bit ahead of you. And no, no alien tech, even if there were space invaders. That came later. I'm just really clever, is all." He grinned, and supposed it would come off rather egotistical. It usually did on strangers. "But I'm sure you've seen some pretty decent tech up there. You can't be in over your head."