"Everything is temporary." Tony rolled to sit, then lifted to his feet to unzip the flap and step outside. Hit with the stiff, cold air of the desert night, he shrugged on a coat over the blank tank and emerged. "You, me, the stars in the sky..." He wandered to Loki's side near the dying fire, blowing on his hands.

"So. Come around here often?" Tony tossed a few fire starters into the pit, striking a match.