That was a... kind of odd look, and Tony wasn't sure what he'd said to merit such distaste. Huh. Weird.

"Me being famous for secrets would make a whole lot of people happy," he replied with a dry chuckle. He extended an armored hand.

"Tony. And, ah, sorry about--" He tapped on the faceplate with his other hand. When he put his hand down, the face flipped up to reveal the gap inside lit by a soft blue glow from behind the complex wiring that lined the armor.

"I did say autonomous. Right?"