Tony nodded, already nearing the bottom of his first drink, not that it was really making a dent in his already precarious sobriety.
"A few months or so," he said. "Mostly been outfitting my base. Stark Tower, you might have seen it around," he said. After all, with his flashy name on the front and the non-traditional design, it was definitely as much an attention whore as he was. "Been focusing on figuring out where I am, but I thought I'd give crime fighting in this environment a try. Turns out it's as easy here as it was back home."
He was never modest, which was a gift and usually a curse, but it suited him fine. He raised his glass in salute, eyes glinting in the ambient lighting. "Yourself?"