"You know, no one else has said so? But I'm glad finally someone recognizes my worth-" Tony spins a spanner in one hand, drawing and drafting and designing with an eye for the problems he's seen so far and a few that he can anticipate. "Since this isn't a pop off, replace, pop on job- it's not going to be ready tonight. But I can tune up your arm a little."

Keep the spasms to a minimum. It looks rushed and- a better peek at the interior would tell him everything the scans couldn't. "Right. Sit, hold your arm on the table and, I don't know, talk baseball at me or something."

Not that he gives a flying fuck about baseball but it'll keep him calm while he starts picking the vents apart and peering at the inside of his arm. "Trust me, buddy, getting you an arm that's not gonna suck will take a miracle, this is a hack job. I'm offended on your behalf, here."