It did take the pressure off. Considering that Tony had walked into the Dollhouse with post traumatic stress disorder, he had been more than okay with signing himself off to the people looking to use everything that he was for their business. It seemed like a fair bargain. Sign the contract, sit in the chair, wait five years, be freed. As Topher had warned him, the process was very fast. Very simple. Yet complicated, all at the very same time. No one had ever warned him of the things that were bound to go wrong. Just as no one had warned him that he, of all the other Dolls within the house he'd been placed in, had been destined to be different from all the rest. He might not have been as unique or powerful as Echo, but he and Priya had enough strength within themselves to stray away from the rest of the herd. Herd. That's exactly what they were. A pack of animals waiting to be poked and pushed around to wherever they were supposed to go. No sense of self direction. They had been robots. Toys. Dolls.
Tony couldn't help but look a little surprised when Shay suddenly hopped off the AC box and challenged him to a race. He hadn't expected to actually be able to give the hoverboarding thing a try. It was all guessing and questioning. But the idea of being able to do so...he grinned slightly, hands pressing down on the edges of the box so that he was able to easily hoist himself onto his feet in a half jump. "All right. You're on."