Yesterday Stark had been attacked by luggage. Luggage that had been mocking him. Today Stark was staying put. Perhaps he could find something useful to do here. Or perhaps he would just sit here and quietly freak out. It could go either way, really.

He'd found a spot of wall to crouch against and he wasn't moving. He was just going to wait, for now. Wait and watch and see if an opportunity to distract himself with something useful presented itself.