Dairine grimaces when she sees Tony, part from Paradisa memories and part because... well, a closer look doesn't make his situation seem much better. Cripes, the man looks old like this. The wizard keeps a fair distance, shuffling in place while trying desperately to focus anywhere but Stark.

The Doctor's voice snaps her back into the moment. Dairine turns briefly to nod. "I'm on it."

And off she goes to the kitchen, ready to shove as many tea bags as she can fit into a mug.