Tony stands awkwardly in the line, hands in his short pockets as he aimlessly looks around. He's in a graphic t-shirt, a pair of sunglasses propped up on his head and not over his eyes--he thought it made him look cool. One hand is firmly on his luggage. He doesn't register the older man talking to him at first, too busy tuning out the news, but he's quick to make something up. [color=steelblue]"Oh, yeah. Probably the heat."[/color] He scans the old guy a bit, mainly staring at his sun hat before making eye contact again. [color=steelblue]"It'll probably get better on the ship, as long as it's not also made of glass."[/color] 

He puts his sunglasses down, the sun beginning to agitate his eyes, and wipes some sweat from his brow. [color=steelblue]"Honestly, I'm just hoping the AC in there is good."[/color]

Thank [i]god[/i] the line was starting to pick up, his legs were starting to ache.