Tony didn't really know how one could hate their best friend. Not if they were still best friends. There was probably a rule out there somewhere that specifically stated that hating a person that was your best friend made them your ex-best friend. But what did he really know? The closest people he had to friends were Echo and Priya and neither of them were here. Plus, they didn't know much of each other outside of their doll states. Even though Tony had to admit feeling a very important connection between himself and Priya. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about the woman that he couldn't quite steer clear from. He couldn't deny that it was strange, but he enjoyed the feeling all the same. There was just something right about her. Something that the rest of the world lacked. Unfortunately, he feared he'd never be able to figure out what that particular something was.
"Your story is a little strange, I have to admit," Tony said, smirking. "But it's refreshing. I like it." Not so much with the scars, since that did nothing short of concern him, but the rest was pretty interesting. Which was odd for him to discover, since he had gotten pretty sick and tired of all the strange around here lately as it was. Brushing off the legs of his jeans with his hands, Tony tilted his head up and looked up at the sky quietly. Stars. Couldn't see those in the Dollhouse, could he? "What do you make of this place now that you're here?"