"She's a relatively recent development." If a few years can be called 'relatively'. But it's been longer since he's seen Loki, for a moment (like every time he remembers) he misses J fiercely, his eyes gone dark and lips twisting in a grimace. "Cut off from home so things are a little...cramped. Phenomenal computation powers- itty bitty living space. We're working on it."

Which means upgrading the phone on the fly over and over as she stretches to fill what he's managed in the meantime. It's a little easier with every tweak and solder, learning the tech, it's limitations, engineering fixes with what he's got. "She's fine. You, now-"

And he does sit up, soldering iron still on in his hand (not that he'd get it up in time if Loki lunges but having some kind of weapon feels better than none) "...Look a lot better than the last time I ran into you."

Tony himself is pretty aware that he looks worse. Grey starting to come in at his temples, fading bruises around his eye and throat, dark circles underneath- a far sight from the confident, righteously angry man he'd been in the New York attack. "Time away from the glow-stick of destiny do you some good?"