After getting pinged for another orientation, Tony had promptly made his way over to Technical Services. The waiting part is always awkward, probably mainly because Tony doesn't know how to wait, but it doesn't last for long. Suddenly the doors open and, when a blonde girl walks through them, Tony's lips quirk slightly into a small smile.

"Hey, I'm Tony. I'm part of the welcoming committee, and I'm here to answer any questions you may have."

He still needs to work on his elevator speech, he thinks. To be fair, this is just his second one and somehow doing orientations seems to be harder than leading meetings with government officials, but hopefully he hasn't butchered up the greeting all that much.