That happens to be one of the kinds of responses that Tony has been gradually learning to recognize as 'hey shithead maybe you were just an asshole', albeit on the really down-low. Regardless, that level of breathlessly obvious subject change is indicative of some sort of something underlying taking place, even if he's not immediately attuned enough to key into it specifically. Tony's gut with people tends to outpace his cognitive awareness.

"Not a lot of big pieces here to move around, although I might call you up later on - there's a couple of beams that look like they'll fall and kill me if I try to pull any more screws out, and while I'm all about screwing, I'd really prefer not to die in the process."

After that, he shrugs a little. "This stuff isn't too bad. Although if you wanna pick through the pile and figure out which nails are straight enough to live healthily in Kentucky and which ones need a little hammering back into shape I wouldn't necessarily mind."