[Tony strolls into the tent, hands in pockets tinted sunnies on, looking around before heading over to Carol.]

Well that was. Well I'm going to go with different, seems more diplomatic. Can't, say that's a good look for you either.

[He looks around the tent with distaste, he's never enjoyed hospital like places, too much hygiene, too much order. It makes his skin crawl.]

Next time, maybe when the always squishy mortal says you look like hell. You listen to the always squishy mortal. I'm more than just a pretty face.

Redundant question, but how do you feel?