Good thing the carefully prepared box wasn't dropped (Tony'd be disappointed to not get sweets). There would be video for Tony to look at later--if he wasn't already looking at the thing online because he was Tony Stark and an asshole like that. Still, there was something funny about the real Jarvis meeting his computer counterpart. He'd take amusements where he could get them right now.
As if sensing his human half would need the extra assistance... [Should you find yourself lost, I have uploaded a copy of the map for you, Mr. Jarvis. Sir's cabin should not be too hard to locate.]
Back in the cabin, Tony was dressed in his usual work clothes: dark jeans and a black tank. The arc providing that little bit of extra light while he hunched over the latest project. Wires and computer components were spread across his workspace as he worked to upgrade the tablet everyone was given. He'd done this several times over the past year or so, never content to leave things the way they were.
But at least he had AC/DC cranked through his headphones. One of these days he'd have to replace his eardrums with something synthetic. But for now... they worked. The big headphones clamped over his ears, Tony bobbed his head along to the music, screwdriver in his mouth and soldering gun in his right. He really needed to work on bot assistance out here.
[Sir is inside] came JARVIS's voice once more. Because of course. [I am surprised you cannot hear sir's poor taste in music out here, even through his headphones. Do go on in and interrupt him. It will be a pleasure to have someone other than me tell him to turn the thing he calls music down and / or off.]