Tony's attention is everywhere and nowhere all at once as he walks through the gallery. After so many years of sitting through board meetings for is company, he has learned how to look as if he's paying attention to what's in front of him when in fact his mind is somewhere else altogether, and right now that's exactly what is happening. After walking in and surveying his surroundings, he kept strolling through the building as if he was paying his full attention to the building itself but he's just really thinking of other things. He's thinking of blueprints, and designs, and things that he will start working on when he either gathers more scraps to work with or when he manages to convince the Computer that he could improve their weapons.

The problem is that, with that offer, it almost feels as if he's falling back into a hole that he had already crawled out of. The Computer isn't the government, but at the same time he would be building and designing weapons that could ultimately hurt people that didn't deserve it if they landed in the wrong hands. And, with everything that has been happening the last few years... Well, he already has enough blood on his hands and, even if technically he would be doing this to get into the Computer's good graces and probe around more, he just doesn't want to get anyone hurt. Again.

It's because of his thoughts that he's really able to block out the sounds the panels are emitting so, when Stiles walks up to him and talks, for a second Tony has no idea what he's talking about.

"Like, actively paying attention? No." He glances up at the pipes and, now that he listens to the melody, he just gives a slow nod as if almost saying 'well, that's just weird.' "Man," he mutters under his breath as he turns back to Stiles, "this place is so weird."