[There's already a distant look in his eyes as he walks along, the communicator still broadcasting from the seat below him.] Uh huh. I'll... probably have a few prototype blueprinted out by the end of the week.

[It's a natural thing to offer, for Tony. Just another practical application for his tech, another challenge for him to work through. Something to keep him busy, to keep him working on something useful instead of tearing down the walls and playing with the wiring. He doesn't consider it what it would be with normal people, with people not Anthony Edward Stark.

That it's something nice. Something genuinely done to try and improve someone's quality of life. To try and make it so he could run to save his life, could move to someone else's aid. That he wasn't just stuck watching things happen through the minds of the people actually there. No, that's not something that really registers with him. It's a muted, dulled acknowledgement, sure. But it's not something his mind stops on, basks in.

He still can't figure out if that's a good or bad thing.

But he doesn't have much time to muse about it, because it really doesn't take that long to reach Charles' room, his hand reaching out to knock in a quick rhythm (Born to be Wild, this time) before he's pushing open the door, holding it with a shoulder as he shoves the chair in with him.]

Delivery, sunshine. Not often I hand deliver my tech, so feel special.