[ Cisco, like Tony, is paranoid. Despite the guards all around - plenty of them sporting weapons that Cisco had designed for them - he has a pulse rifle slung across his back as he works on helping Tony to get the generators back up. The process goes twice as fast with the two of them there, and this way, if any sort of arc reactor-related questions come up, Cisco doesn't have far to guy to find the guy himself.

But the two of them are mostly working apart from one another, covering more ground. Except when problems come up. And boy... this one's a real doozy. ]

Hey, Tony.

[ Cisco's just jogged up to the switch box that Tony's halfway through repairing. He's a little out of breath from hurrying here, braces his hands on his thighs for a moment before explaining: ]

I uh- I think I'm gonna need some help. You know that room with the transformers in it that I said I was gonna go just check on?

[ Cisco gives a kind of half-shrug. ]

Not to get all Indiana Jones on you, but there are just - there are way too many motherfucking snakes in that motherfucking room, and they're all up in the transformers themselves, I can't just blast 'em out or I'll end up wrecking the whole thing.

[ This is going to take either a level of precision that Cisco's rife skills and powers both lack, or it's going to take more than one pair of hands, and quite some time. ]