Ivar's passing by when he sees the armor in the corner of the room. Something about the look of it makes him pause and roll on in. He doesn't bother with introducing himself or asking who Tony is. Ivar's not the best at social interaction, even after being here six months.

"That looks familiar," he said, the words rolling off in a Norwegian accent. His mind is already working out where he's seen that before. It was like Tony's armor, the one who had been roommates with him before he moved out. And he already knew there were two of them in Riverview. But a third? This would be the first time he'd ever heard of that.