The way that Temugin is doing all of this without even the slightest hesitation, one would think he's been doing this all his life. And some of his masters had been rich, true. But not this rich. And they'd never dared to give him security access.

He notes the way he's being watched, and is sure that cameras he can't see are watching him, too. They're not the only ones observing. He's taking everything in, though whether to escape or to acclimate is anyone's guess. A gilded cage is still a cage.

"What am I doing here?" he asks as the elevator takes them up. It's not asked pleadingly, or with wonder: the intonation is completely flat. He wants answers, and if he suffers consequences, then so be it. Stark's as much of an enigma to him as he is to Stark.