[He barely sleeps, here. There's not much to do, and lab time is mostly monitored, but most of the time he either drinks until he passes out, or sketches, makes notes, does long-hand calculations, writes out lines of code, tweaks them until he finds himself waking up, streaked in ink, paper stuck to his cheek.

And Pepper... if he didn't joke, didn't make light of it... Well.]

The suit can only withstand a vacuum for a minute, at most. Less, if it's been damaged. [He's picking up a notebook, bending down and feeling behind his desk, coming up with one of his pens and starting in on sketching out the outline of his suit] C'mon, Pepper, think about it. Tony Stark: The Experience.

Actually, scrap the museum. Make it a theme park.