"Yeah-huh. I'll look in a second" His free hand was digging around in his pocket for a caffeine shot he'd come armed with. It was minutes to lights out with the way the floors, pockmarked with scuffs and all, were starting to look like a fine place to nap.

While his profile turned towards the mirror, the image of a younger, sprier Tony Stark was facing Thor head-on, squinting back. He gave a little puzzled head-shake as if asking why the man was staring in the first place, lightly touching his facial hair in question to inquire if anything was stuck in it.