Tony is silent - which, hallelujah, there's a miracle right there - and actually listening to this dork (Tony's temporarily changing his statues from crazy to dork, but it's only probative) as he reviews the satellite's design. Probably Tony should be getting rather annoyed that his latest piece of tech to be announced is being critiqued by some random brit, but the thing is he's right.
That actually gets Tony's attention, and he ends up less annoyed than he is intrigued. "Here, let me see that." Tony doesn't really wait for an answer, but then he hadn't really been asking so much as already swiping the magazine right as the man is putting it away. It's a good thing he didn't bother changing, he's got a pen somewhere in the back of his jeans. Fishing it out he pops it open, lid in mouth, and start scratches out some numbers next to the image they've printed up.
"Just for the record, this is a rather simplified image of the full designs," he mutters around the pen lib, still at work sketching out some equations until the page probably has more of Tony's notes on it than actual printed word. Well, that raises the intellectual value of this report by at least 130%. "This one looks a lot flashier and, well, couldn't exactly stick the grey construction model on the same page as this smile."
"Damn," Tony sticks the pen back in his pocket, rolling the magazine up and passing it back to the stranger. "That might actually work. And I didn't think of it. That's almost impressive." It is still mainly Tony's work, of course, so he's not ready to be entirely impressed but, goddamnit, he is. "So what'd you say your name was again?" Tony holds out his hand, not really a formal greeting but at least he's making some attempt at being politeish. "More importantly, where are you working? Because I've met the team at NASA and they're nice enough for government boys, but let's be honest, those guys haven't been entirely relevant since, well, since the moon. Stark Industries is just getting started in the space arena and already we're blowing past those guys. Trust me, if you're looking to carve your name on Mars you're going to want to be with Stark Industries."
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That actually gets Tony's attention, and he ends up less annoyed than he is intrigued. "Here, let me see that." Tony doesn't really wait for an answer, but then he hadn't really been asking so much as already swiping the magazine right as the man is putting it away. It's a good thing he didn't bother changing, he's got a pen somewhere in the back of his jeans. Fishing it out he pops it open, lid in mouth, and start scratches out some numbers next to the image they've printed up.
"Just for the record, this is a rather simplified image of the full designs," he mutters around the pen lib, still at work sketching out some equations until the page probably has more of Tony's notes on it than actual printed word. Well, that raises the intellectual value of this report by at least 130%. "This one looks a lot flashier and, well, couldn't exactly stick the grey construction model on the same page as this smile."
"Damn," Tony sticks the pen back in his pocket, rolling the magazine up and passing it back to the stranger. "That might actually work. And I didn't think of it. That's almost impressive." It is still mainly Tony's work, of course, so he's not ready to be entirely impressed but, goddamnit, he is. "So what'd you say your name was again?" Tony holds out his hand, not really a formal greeting but at least he's making some attempt at being politeish. "More importantly, where are you working? Because I've met the team at NASA and they're nice enough for government boys, but let's be honest, those guys haven't been entirely relevant since, well, since the moon. Stark Industries is just getting started in the space arena and already we're blowing past those guys. Trust me, if you're looking to carve your name on Mars you're going to want to be with Stark Industries."