[ There is a sympathetic wince on Tony's face because, it doesn't matter what end of the universe you are in, med bays suck.

Which is why he often refuses to go to them.]

I have been pointed in the general direction of alcohol. And, let me tell you, I am master at smuggling alcohol into places it shouldn't be.

[ Like his house. Or the suit that one time. Or-- well he wasn't an alcoholic for nothing.]

If you're gonna be stuck there, want me to bring you some? It comes with my amazing bedside manner and probably a lot of yelling.