[ To Tony's great bewilderment, Otto actually does produce a bottle of painkillers from his pocket. Breathtaking Dad Energy™, Otto. ] Uh, wow. Thanks. [ Tony shakes out several pills and dry-swallows them, because he was homeschooled and never got the "don't take drugs from strangers" talk. He also doesn't seem worried about overdosing on/being poisoned by/having an allergic reaction to mystery pharmaceuticals from another universe, because he is a teenager and a moron. He hands the bottle back. ]

Six months is a long time. [ Tony is not keen on being trapped in another universe for that long. ] I guess it could be worse— this looks like a nice place, when it's not being overrun by feral AIs. Did you bring the robotic tentacles with you, or can you just buy those off the rack here?