[Tony takes half a step back to set his footing when the man comes into the room, half expecting blood and gore and gutteral undead moans, but receiving none of the sort.]

[It takes him a few precious seconds, staring at every limb and every exposed inch of skin, looking for bites, scratches, anything that would potentially turn him. He finds none, but then again, the guy had a weird outfit on. Like a...]

Seriously, why do people get their ridiculous suits and I don't get mine. [This is not even cool. Anyway.] Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care. Try to kill me and you get a crowbar to the face, just a fair warning.