As the day wears on, Tony's discovering that working with a busted hand is probably not the best idea, but it hasn't stopped him from trying. It's distracting, but not in the worst way because it keeps his thoughts from straying too far and, all in all, he's still managing to work anyway. It's a challenge, but whatever. He doesn't mind it as much as he would mind having to go to Medical Services, so he makes the best of it.

In fact, he's so wrapped up in his work that he doesn't even notice that he should have probably grabbed something to eat. He's not hungry, though, so even when he sees Lydia, he doesn't even wonder what time it is. He just plasters a smile on his face when he sees Lydia, one that is almost convincing if it wasn't for how worn his expression looks, but he's quick to try and hide it as best as he can.

"Hey," he greets as he sits on a stool, resting his left hand on his thigh so that it could be hidden from view. That has been Tony's thing today; hiding the bruises of his hand, one way or another. "Good. Working away. How's the shop?"