"First," Tony says, fully capable of matching that weighty interest with a hawkish look of his own, "I'm going to have breakfast." He points down at his porridge and tea.

"Then I'm going to find someone in charge I can talk to, until I convince them that they've really messed up in taking me away from my world and my family. And if that doesn't work.."

He tilts his head a bit, lifting up his spoon. "I find a way to make them regret keeping me here. I've been kidnapped before," multiple times, in fact, it's starting to become annoying, "and I'm not a fan of being told sit down and stay."