[Quentin is so, so tempted to make some snide remark like "right, because I never would've thought to knock on the walls" but he somehow manages to hold back. Barely. He's just gonna raise an eyebrow questioningly and follow Tony from a reasonable distance.]

Thing is, there were doors when I set this place up. And windows. That's why it looks like Aldrip out here. Familiar surroundings and stuff. I mean, yeah, I beefed up the security since everyone was freaking out about it burning up my brain or taking over and wearing me like a meat suit, yadda yadda yadda, but I thought hey, maybe seeing its city would keep it comfortable, you know? Pretty sure I got all the details right. I never thought the damn thing would lock itself in.

[He puts his hands on his hips and huffs indignantly, looking up at the structure with a frown.]

I build a cozy chalet in my brain for a cosmic synthetic intelligence one time, and what does it do? Move in and delete the goddamn doors. Un-fucking-believable.