I'm not sure that's something you want to be used to. [He says it very, very dryly, because it's not really something to be joking about, and he's not really in the mood to joke, but he's sort of forcing the humor anyway because otherwise he's just going to sound miserable.]

I'm on the fifth floor, in the common room. [And he'd had to drag himself up onto a couch so he wasn't just sitting there on the floor and ahaha fuck this fucking flood. He can't let himself think about it for too long, and instead just keeps talking, wanting something else to focus on. And he really is curious, because he knows Tony's got enough crazy genius to come up with something fun with the wheelchair in the time he had it.]

What did you do with the chair?