[The armor might be Tony's pride and joy, but it isn't exactly construction equipment. He does some heavy lifting where he can, but mostly he's trading off helping out with a bit more delicate maneuvering and taking a step back to keep guard. The armor's sensors are on full alert and Tony himself is as aware as he can be.

But even Tony can only do so many things at once. He's just stepped back from a section of the wall they're trying to shift when his HUD throws up an alarm seconds before he sees movement heading for them fast.]

Get down!

[The command is barked at anyone around him, amplified by the armor's vocal filters as he spins around and puts his hands up, repulsors already warming up to try to catch whatever is coming.]

[With everything significantly more cleared out, Tony's feeling a bit more comfortable with leaving the armor at home. He's still got one of the gauntlets with him, but that's just because he's paranoid. He keeps it hanging from his tool belt for the most part, he needs all the dexterity he can get for this bit.

He's focusing mainly on the generators, making sure they're in good working order before he follows the power lines to the next one down, checking in on them as he goes aw well. He may nod occasionally to anyone in the area who seems to be playing security, but Tony's tunnel-visioning at the moment, focused almost entirely on his work.

Which is probably why he's started talking to himself, the way he does in his workshop. One sorry-looking switch box gets an almost sympathetic looking grimace, and Tony pats it comfortingly as he hunkers down.]

Yeah, sorry buddy. We're going to be here for a while.

[Hit me!]