"Good to meet you in person, Kyle." Tony wasn't great with small talk. He'd spent too much time in prison where he learned to use as few words as possible. Talking drew attention. Silence was often an effective weapon.
He could tell Kyle wasn't an Average-Joe citizen. The giy had probably seen some shit. Maybe even done shit. He had a Military aura about him, and yet Tony couldn't pinpoint what branch. His demeanor didn't fit any of them.
Which meant special ops, most likely. Damn chameleons.