[ It's to the beat up looking laptop that Tony immediately goes. He hasn't seen such a sorry looking piece of technology since he'd been given a pathetically worn out computer by the Ten Rings during their misguided attempt to make him produce missiles. There's duct tape on it, for Christ's sake.

He's in the process of picking it up when he realizes that it's still on, it's not his, and it's probably rude to manhandled another man's computer. Setting it back down, he glances back at Bruce, pointing at it as he says; ]

Can I fix this? It's killing me. Physically killing me. I think I'm going to have a stroke. I can't function with this sitting here like this. It needs emergency treatment or it's going to die.

[ There's something else he should be asking. Something that stuck out when Bruce mentioned it. It's hard to concentrate on it with the laptop languishing in decrepitness in front of him, but he rallies enough to try. ]

Metaphysical how? What do you mean? Seriously, though, I need to fix this. Where's your screwdriver?