Tony wasn't a stranger to horrible coffee; after all, he and Yinsen had to make due with makeshift coffee that they managed to put together from old coffee grounds that kept being 'recycled' until there was really nothing left. He had lived through that for three months, but this...

Honestly, he wasn't really sure what was in his cup. It definitely wasn't coffee, but if this was the only thing he had access to, he'd make due. For now, anyway.

Before he could take a sip, though, her voice distracted him and he looked over with a small appreciative smile at the suggestion. "Generally I tend to keep my coffee as-is, but I may try the little cubes if the taste is more than I can handle." She wasn't wrong, though; he really could use something strong, but his first instinct wasn't just coffee. There was a faint urge as the familiar craving for scotch kicked in, but he dismissed the thought for now as quickly as it managed to filter in.

"I'm Tony," he added as he offered his hand to shake. Old habits were hard to erase, and considering how ingrained his manners were, the gesture is done almost unconsciously. "I'm guessing this is as good as the 'coffee' gets around here?"