Tony almost facepalmed, he didn't mind being resourceful however putting little gadgets into your own body was a little bit far in his opinion however what ever made you sleeep well at night other than a Zeltron that... was still on their ship. He completely forgot about her and he turned to face Tor as they were moving out of the room, moving down either side of the corridor, he spoke in a hushed tone as the emergency lights came on in the ship. "Tor uh, did you happen to remember about our uhm... visitor on the ship? You know the one that speaks Mandalorian is attractive and lying on your bed? As she may be surprised whenever she leaves the ship to find herself surrounded by strange armed men, either that or aroused." He peered down the corridor and fired a duo of blasts at two guards who came around the corner. 

He looked back to check their flanks as he looked around the halls. There wasn't much he could see, it was pretty dark except for a brief red hue however there didn't appear to be anyone behind them. "If this is anything like a standard Galactic Alliance brig then our gear should be down this hall, a left and then the second left. It is the best place to store gear or we can just follow smoke from your backpack -" He paused for a second. "-If your explosives damaged my trenchcoat, I'll paint your armor pink."