There was the sound of crashing from a corner of the shop, followed by a muttered curse. Eventually, though, Tony was pulling himself out from under a table and a network of wires, various odds and ends looped over his shoulders, connecting to the circle of light just barely visible through a rip in his shirt. He looked confused for just a second before snapping, pointing at John as recognition dawned.

"You're the kid with the fire, right?"