"Oh!" Wash said with a nod. He gave Dummy a little wave. "Nice little arm."
It came closer and he flinched.
"Sure! Moving! I can do that. I've flown more than a hundred types of space and air crafts in my lifetime. Walking in a suit shouldn't be a problem!" he said, a little cockily.
The Universe repaid the flourish of ego with an abrupt face plant. Wash didn't even think he moved!
"No! That's good! Educational!" Wash yelled, the suit having buffered him quite well. He made to get up when he heard a strong air sound and was informed by the display that Dummy had taken to show Wash his love for fire extinguisher.
He planted the AI in his vision and cocked his head.
"Thank you!" he said, sternly.
"Seriously," he whispered loudly as he finally got up on his feet to Tony's height. "That guy has a problem."
From this point he took a more methodical track to his getting used to the suit. He started by simply pacing the perimeter of the room. Then he crossed it. His paces got faster until he was confident enough to run.
He was unstable at first but as the minutes ticked by he got more and more efficient. He jumped and leaped.
He fell. A lot. If someone were to have somehow edited all of those trips and slips and falls and skids together they would have quite the prat fall playlist.
It was when he was able to run at full speed and stop right before the wall and run and stop again at the other side that he thought he was ready.
But not before goofing off a little. He spent a good 10 minutes dancing. Despite the suit's user friendliness, he was sweating. He felt an additional cool air cycle as his body temperature rose.
"Woo!" he exclaimed. "You might have to refit me, Tony! I can feel myself trimming up in here!"