[So Tony finally has his bearings straight, for the most part. He found a hoodie in someone's dresser they'd left behind after whatever the hell happened to this place went down, to help cover up the light of his reactor. A size too big for him, but he can deal. He's got himself a rusty crowbar, but that's all he's been able to find of any worth against the drooling idiots roaming outside.]
[Now he's pilfering through the cupboards of the houses around the small town he'd wound himself in. Like some animal without any inhibitions except survive, survive. Oh how the mighty have fallen. He's without a suit, without food, without scotch, without... anyone from 'home', whatever that is. What he wouldn't do to talk to JARVIS right now. His Starkphone didn't have service, like he expected, and he'd turned it off anyway to conserve energy.]
[But then there's a small rustle from the nearest room. His crowbar is at the ready in an instant.]
Well hey there buddy
[Now he's pilfering through the cupboards of the houses around the small town he'd wound himself in. Like some animal without any inhibitions except survive, survive. Oh how the mighty have fallen. He's without a suit, without food, without scotch, without... anyone from 'home', whatever that is. What he wouldn't do to talk to JARVIS right now. His Starkphone didn't have service, like he expected, and he'd turned it off anyway to conserve energy.]
[But then there's a small rustle from the nearest room. His crowbar is at the ready in an instant.]