He blithely ignores the look with the ease and practice of someone who has four decades of doing so already as he continues to eat, although assuming she did bring cutlery he'll start using that because it's just easier. "One of the kitchens in the fifty houses here? You guys didn't ransack them all already?" He supposes there's something nice in the idea that when new people arrive, they can pick out a house and it will have things in it, but still. It makes more sense to take out anything unique for communal usage and leave more general items behind.

"Vinegar's for the scraps," he says, gesturing vaguely with the fork to a small pile of metal bits that remain. "Bent, rusty - gotta clean 'em up. There's no rush though - there's other stuff I don't have anyway."

Tony pauses for a moment, presumably thinking about whether it's possible to actually make the drone but actually considering the hilarious improvidence of timing happening here. He makes his life better by removing the RT, and now he's stuck somewhere where he actually really needs the damn thing, albeit for a totally different reason than before. Fantastic.

"Not without... Basically look at all the things we have access to now, and I need the opposite. And a way to make a battery that doesn't immediately crap out if you hurt its feelings by staring a little too long. Does anyone even have a camera or some kind of radio?"